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Music and Song. 

r" has long been a juft and general Complaint, that among alt the Mufic J. 
Books of SCOTS SONGS that have been hitherto offend to the Public, 
not onr, nor eve n all of them put together, can be faid to have merited the name 
of what may be culled A COMPLETE COLLECTION; havingbeenpublifhed on_ 
I) in il (ached pieces and parcels; amounting however upon the whole,, to more' than 
twin th< price of tins Publication; attended moreover with this further difadvan- 
tage,that they ha\ « 1>m 11 printed in fuch large unportable Si^es,that they could 
by no means aniwi r the- purpofe of being perckct-companions; which' is no fmall 
i!i< umbrance.efpf dally to the admirers of focial Mufic. 

Ter k medy th< fe, and all other complaints and inconveniencies of the kind, 
this woik, mm before the public eye, has been undertaken, and carried on, 
Inder the Patronage, direction, and Review of a number of Gentlemen of un 
difputc-d tafte, who have been pleafed to encourage, enrich, and adorn the 
whole literary part of the Performance -.The Publifher begs leave only to fay, 
that he has ftrenuouflv endeavoured, and will per fe vera to exert his utmolt 
Ikill and affiduity in executing the mechanical part of the work. And he flat 
tors himfelf,that his laudable unremitted emulation to gain the public effecm, 
a i II nict-1 with the favourable regard of his obliging friends and generous 
Subf< libers -The Sibfcription will be kept open, at lea-ft, to the publica- 
tion of the Second Volume: which was ail originally intended; and which will 
be publifhed as foon as the work can be executed, which is already in gres»t 
foi war dm fs — Each Volume contains ONE HUNDRED Songs, with the 
original Mufic, t-mbellifhed with Thorough Bafses by one of the ableft 
Mafters -And b e fides the fe hundred Songs, under the Mufic and Song infer 
ted in the lefpective titles at the top of the page, the performer will frequeii 
IN find tv\o or three additional Sets of appofite words to the fame tune;ada 
pud to the VOICE, HARPSICHORD, and PIANO -FORTE, tec. 
It was intended, and mentioned in the Propofals, to have adopted a Confider- 
able Variety of the moft Mufical and Sentimental of the Englifh and Irifh 
Songs; But this Scheme, not happening to meet with general approbation, 
after feveral plates had been engraved for the purpofe, it was determined, in 
compliance with what feemed to be the almoft univerfal inclination of the Sub 
fe ribers, to poftppneit for the prefent, with a full intention to refume it. after- 
wards,, if it fhall yet appear to be defired and encouraged, in a third, or a 
tourth Volume. 

In the meantime, it is humbly requefted, if any Lady or Gentleman have 
any meritorious Song with the Mufic (never hitherto Publifhed) of the true 
Ancient Caledonian ftrain, that they would be pleafed to tranfmit the fame to 
the Publifher, that it may be fubmitted to the proper Judges, and fo be pre- 
f rve d in this Hepofitory of our National Mufic and Song, by their moft * 

Obliged and Humble Servant, 
UUMm %"0<,- 22. ,787. , JAMES JOHN80K. 


Index of Authors' names in Vol. first, 

■'■» fo far as can be afcertained. 

\N thou wett my ain thing _. _ _ _____ Page _ 2 

. Ah fure a pair was never feen _ _ _____ _ 23 

AulJ lang fyne _ _ _ _ _ Ramfay ■_ _ _. _ _ 26 

Mian water M'. Crawford, a gentleman of the family of"* 

Auchnames _ _ _ _ __ _ _ i ~ ~ ~ 

As down on Banna's banks I ftray'd _ M T . Poe _ Irifh Air _ _ _ 47 


Bcfs the gawkie _______ ______4 

Banks of the Tweed _____ ______6 

Beds of fweet rofes _ __________ 7 

Bony Scotman _ _ ' _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 13 

Bl) the Jocky ______ _______ 25 

Blvthe Jockey young and gay _ _ _ _____ 3() 

Bon} Befsy _ _ _ _ _ _ Ramfa} _ _ _ 31 

Blathrie o't ____________ 34 

Blink o'er the burn, fweet Betty _ Mitchel _ _ _ _ ... ' 52 

Bony Jean _______ Ramfay ______ 55 

Blythfome bridal _ ___'_•_ _ _ _ . . 58 

Bony Chrifty _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 61 

Bulk } e bulk ye _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ . , ^L 65 

Bony brucket lafsie _____ ___ _ _._. 69 

Broom of Cowdt'nknowB _____ _ ___ 70 

Birks of Invermay _ The 2 firft ftan/as by Mallet, the 2 laft ) 
by Df Brycc of Kirknewton _ _ \ 

-Banks of Forth _____________ 76 

Bony grey-ey'd morn _ Ramfay _ - 80 

Bufh aboon Traquair .. _ MT Crawford _ _ _ 81 

Braes of Balleuden _ Blackfock, the Mufic by Ofwald _ ._, 93 

Bide ye yet _ _ _ _ _ _ ______ 98 

Bonv Dundee _ _ _ - — . - IOO 


Come let's hae mair wine in _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ 12 

Collier's bony lafsie _ _ _ _ Ramfay __,_._. - 48 
Corn riggg _ _ _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ - _ 94 

Dear Roger if your Jenny ge. k- _ Ramfay _ _ _ .... _ 17 
Down the burn Davie _ _ _ MT Crawford _ _ __ 75 


Etrick banks __ _ _ __ _ __ _ __82 


From Roflin Caftl.'s echoing walls ___ _ ___9 

Flowers of Edinburgh ______»__ - 14 

Fy gar rub her o'er wi' ftrae _ _ Ramfay, _ _ _ _ _ 17 

Faireft of the fair _ _ _ _ DF Piercy _ _ _ _ _ 33 

Flowers of the foreft _____ Mils Home _ - 64 


Gilderoy _ _ _ _. - _ SirvAlexT Halket .. _ _ _ 67 
Hrr-cn grow the rafhes - _ _ M. Burns _'/ _ - - 78 


Go to the ewt blights Marion - ._ - _ - _ - P a g e - ^_L». ] 

Highland Queen _ Poetry and mufic both by a M. r M? Vicar,"\ ' 

once of the Solbay man of war _ _ - - -f * ~ 
Highland King _____ ______ _ib« 

Happy Marriage _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ '_ _ 20 

Highland laddie _ _____ Ramfay. _____ 22 

He ftole my tender heart away _ _ _ _ _ _ Englifh Air _ 29 

Had I a heart for falfhood frarrTd _ Sheridan _ _ _ _ _ _ 47 

Here awa there awa _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. _ 58 

Her abfence will not alter me _________ 72 


Jamie Gay --____ .._'___ ___15 

Johny S gray breekfi . _. _________ 28 , 

Jennys hcaJt was frank and free _ __ _ _ _ . ' _ - ib. 

I wifh inv !o\«. woe in a mire _ Tranflated from Sappho "\ 

by Philips _ _ _ _ h - - - 41 

Jcmiv Nettles . _..___ __•_.'_ . _ 53 

J«Jcky faid to jenny __ _________ .62 

Join, Hay's bony lafsie- ... _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ 6^ 

I'M never leave thee - _ _ _ _ MT Crawford _ _ 92 

Johny and Mary _____________ lO! , 


Kate of Aberdeen _ _ _ _ Cunningham _ 36 


Loid Gregtjfry _ . _ _ _ _ _ 5 

Lafs of Livingston _ _ . _ _ _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ - - 18 

I aft time I came o'er the moor _ _ Ramfay _____ .19 

Lafs of Pane's mill _____ Ramfay _ _ _. 21 

Lawland maids „ _ _ _ Ramfay ♦ _ _ _ 23 

Le and* r or. the bay _ _ _ . _ - _ - - _ _ ___27 

Lucky Nancy _ 1 _ _____ __ _ _ _ _ 34 

Logan wat«.r _ _ _ _ .. Thomson _ 42 

Loch Eroch fide ________ _ ___ 78 

Lewis Gordon _____________ 87 

Low down in the broom ___ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 91 

Lochabcr ________ Ramfav .. _ _ _ _ 96 

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My dear Jockie ___ _ __ _ _ _ • _ ___16 

Mary's Dream _ MT AlexT Lowe, a young Galloway gentleman. 38 

My ain kind dearie O _ _____ _____ _ 50 

Mary Scot _____ _ _ Ramfay _ _____ 74 

My Dearie if thou die _ _ _ _ MT Crawford _ ^_ 83. 

My Nanny O _ _ __ ___ Ramfay _ _ _ _ _ _ 89 

My apron dearie _____ Sir Gilbt Elliot _ _ - - 94 

Muckin o' Geordie's byTe ___________ 97 

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Nanfy's to the greenwood gane ___ _ _ _ _ _ _►_ _50 


O lovely maid how dear's thy power ________ 42 



N D K X . 

Oct tbe moor to M-«ggy _ _ Ramlay ._ _ .. Frige . 56 

0\ ( flu Juiib and far away - _ -_-.___ _ _ 62 

O fear's (Jhofi Mifs Ann Kicth, The mufic by M^ s Touch _ _ 71 

O i a w } e my f ather __ _ _ ________77 

Oh ono chrio _ Compofed on the mafsacre of Glencoe _ _ _ 90 


I\cy. I muft lovi thee _ Ramfay _ _ _ _ 3 

Pinky boufc __..-_.-__-.-..-- 57 


Roftin Caftle _ U r . n>eh<* He wit, tbe mufic by Ofwald _ . _ _ 9 

*aw yv Johny comin quo f};e - . - - - - - - - IG^ 

Saw ) e na my Peggy _ .. " _ - . _ - - - - 12 

Sac merry as we twa hae been _ __ _ _ _ ... 60 

She rofe and loot me in _ _.._.. „• ._ 84 

Sweet Annie frac the fea beach came _ _ ._ . . _ 85 


Turnimfpike man __ ~.~ ____ ___ 24 

To fly like bird from grove to grove _ _ _ _25 

Twine wee I the plaiden - __ _ _ ___ L » _ 32 

Tweed Side '_ _ _ MT Crawford _ _ - _ .37 

The maid that tends the goals - .. MT Dudgeon _ _40 

There's nae luck about the houfe _________ 44 

Tarry woo _ - __.___-._- _ 45 

The maid in bedlam _ -George Syron, a Negro in bedlam \6 

There's mv thumb I'll ne'er beguile you _ _ _ ' _ _ _ 66 


Woo'd and married and a' .. _ _ _ IO 

Water parted from the fea .- _ ... Englifh Ait 39 

Within a mile of Edin r . town _ _ _ _ _ - 49 

When abfent from the nymph 1 love ___..___,. 54 
When fummer comes the fwains on Tweed . MT Crawford . 7\ 

Wauking of the fauld _ _ _ _ Ram fay _ ... . _ . 8R 


Young Peggy blooms our bonnieft lafs _ _ _ ,79 

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Entered in Stationer's Hall. 

The Highland Queen. 

In her, fweet innocence youll find, 
With freedom, truth, and beauty join'd; 
From pride and affectation free, 
Alike fhe fmiles on you and me: 
The brighteft nymph that trips the green, 
I do pronounce my Highland Queen. 

. No fordid wifh, or trifling joy, 
Her fettled calm of mind deftroy; 
Strict honour fills her fpotlefs foul, 
And adds a luftre to the whole: 
A matchlfis fhape, a graceful mien, 
All center in my Highland Queen. 

How bleft that youth, whom genthe fate, 
Has deftincJ for fo fair a mate I 
Has all thefe wondring gifts in ftore, 
And each returning day brings more. 
No youth fo happy can be feen, 
PoiTeffing thee, my Highland Queen. 

The Highland King. 

YE Mufes nine, O lend your aid, 
Infpire a tender bafhfull maid! 
That's lately yielded up h^r heart. 
A conqueft to Love's pow'rful dart: 
And now would fain attempt to fing. 
The praifes of my Highland Kirg. 

Jamie, the pride of all the green. 
Is juft my -age, e'en gay fifteen: 
When firlt I faw him, *twas the day 
That ufhers in the fprightly May; 
When firft I felt Love's pow'rfull ffing, 
And fighld for my dear Highland King. 

With him for beauty, fhape, and air, 
No other fhrpherd can compare; 
Good nature, honefty> and truth, 
Adorn the dear, the matchlefs youth; 
And graces, more than I can fing, 
Bedeck my charming Highland Ki™^ 

Would once the deareft boy but fay, 
T Tis you I love; Come,Come away, 
Un+othe kirk, my Love, let's hy; 
Oh mei in rapture, Icl comply I 
And I fhould then have rai:fp to fing 
The praifes of my Highland King. 


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Of race divine thou needs muft be, 
Since nothing earthly equals thee; 
For heaven's fake,then pity me, 
Who only lives to love thee . 
An thou were &c . 

To merit I no claim can make, 
But that I love, and for your fake 
What man can do I'll undertake; 
So dearly do I love thee. 
An thou were &c. 

TheBowrS one thing peculiar have, 

To ruin none whom they can fave; 

for their fake fupport a flave, 

Who ever on fhall love thee. 

An thou were. &c. 

My paffion, conftant as the fun, 
Flames ftronger ftill, will ne'er have done, 
Till fate my thread of life have fpun, 
Which breathing out T'll love thee, 
■^n thou wer' &Gi 

Peggjv, I mail love thee. 




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•So when by her, whom long I lov'd. 

I fcorn'd was and deferted; 
Low with deJpair, my fpirit* movd, 

To be forever parted T 
Tfcu8 droop*d I, till diviner grace 
I found in Peggy- s mind and face; 
Ingratitude appear'd then baft, 

But virtue more engaging . , 

Then now, fince happily I've hit, 
I'll have no more delaying; 

Let beauty yield to manly wit, 
We lofe ourfeJves in' fiatying; 

I'll hafte dull courtfhip to a clofe, 

Since marriage can my fears Oppofe: 

Why fhoud we happy minutes lofe. 

Since, Peggy, I muft love thee. 

Men may be fbolifh if they pleafe, 
And deem't a lovers duty 

To figh, and facrifice their eafe, 
Doating on a proud beauty: 

Such was my cafe for many a year, 

Still hope fucceedingto my f?ar; 

Falfe Bet*y , » charms n"w difajppea*. F rj gsys farou'" :t»; * ■ 

•4*J brae, where flocks do feed, and Herds do ftray, and fpor* 

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For hark, and I will tell you,lafs, 
T)id I not fee your Jamie pafs, 
Wi' meikle gjadnefs in his face, 

Out o'er the muir to Maggy. 
1 wat he ga'e her mony a kifs, 
And Maggy took them ne'er amifs: „ 
Tween ilka, finack- - - pleas'd her with this, 

That Befs was but a gawkie. 

For when a . civil kifs I feek, 

Shf turns her head, and thraws her cheek 

And for an hour fhe'll fcarcely fpeak; 

Who'd not call her a gawkie? ■ • 
But fure my Maggy has mair fenie, 
She'll gie a fcore without offence; 
Now gi'e me ane unto the "menfis , . 

And ye fhall be my dawtie. 

O Jamie, ye^'e mony tane, 
But I will never ftand for ane, 
Or twa, when we do meet again; 

Sae .ne'er think me a gawkie. 
Ah na, lafs, that .ne'er can be. 
Sic thoughts as thefe are fan- frae me, 
Or ony thy fweet face that fee, 

E'er to think thee a gawkie . 

But, whifht^ nae mair of this we'll fpeald 

For yonder Jamie does us meet; 
Initead of Meg he kifs'd fae fweet, . 

I trow he likes the gawkie. 

dear Befs, I hardly, knew, 
When I came by, your gowns fae new, 

1 think you've got it wet wi** dew. 
Quoth fhe, That's like a gawkie. 

It's wat wi' dew, and 'twill get rain, 
, And 111 get gowns when it is gane, 
Sae you may gang the gate you came, 

And tell it to your dawtie. 
The guilt appear cl in Jamie's cheek; 
He crycl, O cruel maid, but fweet, 
If I fhould gang a nither gate, 

I ne'er could meet my dawtie] 

The laffes faft frae him they flew, 
And left poor Jamie fair to rue* 
That ever Maggy's face he knew, 

Or yet ca'd Befs a Gawkie. 
As thev went o'er the muir they fang; 
The hills and dales with echoes rang, 
The hills and dales with echoes ran*, 

Gang o'er the muir to Mrrggy. 

Oh open the door, Lord Gregory. 






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Ah wae be to you, Gregory: 

An ill death may you die! 
You will not be the death of or.e, 

But you'll be the death of three. 
Oh dont you mind, Lord Gregory? 

Twas down at yon burn fide 
We chang'd the ring of our fingers 

And I put mine On thine. 

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Neither Linnet or Nightingale fing half fb fweef,. 
And the foft melting frrain did kind Echo repeat, 
It fo ravilhcl my h**art and delighted my ear, 
Swift as lightning I flew to thf arms of my dear. 
She furprizcU and detected, fome moments did ftand, 
Like the rofe was her chee"k, and the lilly hei hand, 
Which fhe placed on her breaft, and /aid, jockey, I fear 
1 have been too imprudent, pray how came you here? 

For to vifit my ewes, and to fee my lambs play, 
By the banks of the Tweed and the groves I did ftray,- 
But my Jenny, dear Jenny, how oft' have I figlTd, 
And have vwwtl endhfs love, if you wouH be my- bridel 
To the altar of Hymen, mv fair one, repair; 
Where knot of affection fhall tie the fond pair; 
10 the pipe's fprightly not^s the gay dance we will lead, 
And will biffs the d»ar grove, by 'the banks of the Tweed 


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My daddy and my mamiry 1 oft have heard them fay, 
That I was a naughty boy, and did often fport and play; 
But I never liked in all my life a maiden that was fhy 
Down among the beds of fweet rofes . — 

Roflin Caftle. 

Awake, fweet mufel the breathing fpring 
With rapture warms; awake and Gng! 
Awake and Join the vocal throng, 
Who hail the morning with a fong; 
To Nanny raife the chearful lay, 
01 bid her hafte and come away; 
In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn, 
And add new graces to the morn! 

hark, my love! on ev ry fpray, 
Each featherd warbler tunes his lay; 

Tis beauty fires the ravifh'd throng; 
And love infpires the melting fong: 
Then let my raptur'd notes arife; 
For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes; 
And love my riling bofbm warms, 
And fills my foul with fweet alarms. 

01 come, my love! thy Colin's lay 
With rapture calls, O come awayi 

Come, while the mufe this wreath fhall twine 

Around that modeft brow of thine; 

Oi hither hafte, and with thee bring 

That beauty blooming like the fpring, 

Thofe graces that divinely fhine, 

^nd charm this ravifh'd breaft of mine! 

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FROM Roflin Caftle's echoing walls 
Refound my fhepherd's ardent calls; 
My Colin bids me come away, 
And love demands I fhould obey. 
His melting ftrain, and tuneful lay, 
So much the charms of love dilplay, 
I yield — nor longer can refrain 
To own my love, and blefs my fwain. 

No longer can my heart conceal 
The painful-pleafing flame I feel; 
My foul retorts the am'rous ftrain; 
And echoes back in low again. 
Where lurks my fongfter? from what grove 
Does Colin-gpur his notes of love? 
O bring me to the happy bow'r, ^sL 
Where mutual love may blifs fecurei 

Ye vocal hills, that, catch the fong, 
Repeating as it flies along, 
To Coliris ears my ftrain convey, 
And fay, I hafte to come away. 
% zephyrs foft, that fan the gale, 
Waft to my love the foothing tale; 
In whifpers all my foul exprefs, 
And tell, I hafte his anus to blefs. 


Saw ye Johnnie cummin.' qno' .fhe 

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*^ on his head, And his doggie runnin,quo'fhe; and his doggie runnin? 



Fee him, father, fee him, quo' fhe; 

Fee him , father, fee him : 
For he is a* gallant lad, 

And a weel doin; 
And a' the wark about the houfe 

Gaes wi'me when T fee him, quo' fhe; 

Wi' me when I fee him . 

I ha'e twa farks into my kift, 
And ane o' them I'll gi e him, 

And for a mark of mair fee 
Dinna ftand wi' him, quo' fhe; 
Dinna ftand wi'him. 

For well do I lo'e him, quo' fhe; 

Well do I lo'e him: 
O fee him, father, fee him, quo' fhe; 

Fee him, father, fee him; 
He'll had the pleugh^thrafh in the barn, 

And lie wi' me at e'en, quo' fhe; 

Lie wi' me at e'en . 


Woo'd and Married and a'. 

What will 1 do wi' him, huffy.'' 
What will I do wi' him? 

He's ne'er a fark upon his back, 
And I hae nane to gi'e him. 



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Out fpake the bride's father, 
As he came in frae the plough, 

had ye' re tongue, my doughter, 
And ye's g*t gear enough; 

The ftirk that ftands i' tK tether, 
And our bra' bafm'dyade 

Will carry ye hame your corn; 
What wad j^ be at, ye jade? 
Woo'd and married, k.c. 

Out fpake the bride's mither, 
What d_l needs a' this pride I 

1 had nae a plack in my pouch 
That night I was a bride; 

My gown was linfy-woolfy, 

And ne'er a fark ava; 
And ye hae ribbons and bufkins, 

Mae than ane or twa. ^ 

Woo'd and married, &c. 

What's the matter? quo' Willie, 
Tho' we be fcant o' claiths, 

W-'U creep the nearer the gither, 
And we'll fmorf. a" the fleas: 

•Simmer is coming on, 

And we'll get teats of woo; 
And we'll get a lafs o' Our ain, 
And fhe'll fpin claiths anew. 
Woo'd and married, &c. 

Out fpake the bride's brither, 

As he came in wi' the kie, 
Poor Willie had ne'er a tane ye, 

Had he kent ye as well as I; 
For you re baith proud and faucy, 

And nae for a poor man's wife; 
Gin I canna get a better, 

Ife never tak ane i' my life. 
Woo'd and married, &c. 

Out fpake the bride's fifter. 
As fhe cam^ in frae the byre, 

gin I were but married! 
It's a\_jhat 1 defire: 

Bnt we poor fo*'c maun live fingle, 
And do the beft we can; 

1 dinna care what T fhou'd want, 
If I cou'd get but a man. 

Woo'd and married, fee. 


Saw ye nae my Peggy- 



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Saw. ye nae my "Peggy, law ye nae my Peggy, law ye nae my Peggy, coming 

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V o'er the Lee? Su?e,a finer creature, ne er was fbrmd by nature, (o com pleat each featuH 

Who would leave a lover, 
Tor become a -rover? 
No, I'll ne'er give over, 
Till I happy be! 
For fince love infpires me, 
. As her beauty fires me, 
And her abfence tires me, 
Nought can pleafe but fhe. 
When I hope to gain her. 
Fate feems to detain her; 
Cou'd I but obtain her, 
Happy would I be! 
I'll ly down before her, 
Blefs, Cgh, and adore her, 
With faint looks implore her, 
'Till die pity me I T 

COME let's ha'e mair wine in, 
Bacchus hates repining, 
Venus lows nae dwining, 

Let's be blyth and free. 
Away with dull— Here t'ye, Sir; 
Ye'er miftrefs, Robie, gie's her, 
We'll drink her health wi' pleafure, 
• Wha's belov'd by thee? 

Then let Peggy warm ye, 
That's a lafs can charm ye, 
And to joys alarm ye, 

Sweet is fhe to me. 
Some angel ye wad ca' her, 
And never wifh. ane braver, 
If ye bare-headed faw her 

Kiited,to the knee. 

Peggy a dainty lafs is, 
Come lets join our glalfes, 
And refrefh our haufes 

With a health to thee. 
Let coofs their cafli be clinking, 
Be ftatemen tint in thinking, 
While we with love and drinking, 

Gi\f our cares th* lie. 

The Bomiv Scot-man 


But I loor chufe in Highland glens 
To herd the kid" and goaf, man, 
E'er I cou'd for fie little ends 
Refufe mv bonny Scot-man . 
Wae worth the man 
Wha firft began 
The bafe ungenerous fafhion, 
Frae greedy views, 
Love's art to ufe, 
While firangers to its pafsioni 

Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, 

Hafte to thy longing laflie, 
Who pants to prefs thy bi>umy mouth, 
And in her bofom haufe thee. 
Love gi'es the word, 
Then hafte on board, 
Fair winds and tenty Boat-man-, 
Waft o'er, waft o'er, 
Frae yonder fhore, 
My blyth, my bonny Scot-man! 


The Flowers of Edinburgh 

Delpair and anguiQi fill my breaft, 
, Since I have loft my blooming rofe; 
I figh and moan while others reft, 

His abfence yields me no repofe. 
To feek my, love I'll range and rove, 

Thro' ev'ry grove and diftant plain; 
Thus Fll ne'er ceafe, but fpend my days, 

T'hear tidings from my darling fwain, 

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Kind Neptune, let me thee intreat, 

To fend a fair and pleafant gale; 
Ye dolphins fweet, upon me wait, 

And convey me on your tail. 
Heavens blefs my voyage with fuccefs, 

While croffing of the raging mam, 
And fend me fafc o'er to that diftant fhore 

To meet my lovely darling fwain. 

There's nothing ftrange in Nature's change, All joy and mirth at our return 

Since parents fhew fuch cruelty; Shall then abound from Tweed to Tay; 

They caus'd my. love from me to range, The bells fhall ring, and fweet birds fing, 

And know not to what deftiny. ' To grace and crown our nuptial day. 

The pretty kids and tender lambs Thus blefs'd with charms in my love's arms 

May ceaf* to fport upon the plain; My heart once more I will regain: 

But Til mourn and lament, in deep difcontent,Then I'll range no more to a diftant fhore, 

For the abfence of my darling fwain. But in love will enjoy my darling fwain. 

Jamie Gay. 



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a bonny lafs, as ever was, came trip- ping o er the mead. Th 

hear.ty Swain,untaught to feign, the buxom Nymph fur_ veyd, and 

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Dear laffie tell, why by thy fell 

Thou haft'ly wand reft here. 
My ewes, fhe cryd, are ftr&ying wide; 

Can'ft tell me, Laddie, where? 
To town I hy, he made reply, 

Some meikle {port to fee; 
But thou'rt fo fweet, fo trim and neat, 

Til feek the ewes with thee. 

She gave her hand, nor made a ftand, 
But lik_ the youth's intent; 

O'er hill and dale, o'er plain and valt. 
Right merrily they went. 

The birds fang fweet, the pair to greet, 
And flowrs bloom'd all around: • 

And as they walk'd, of love they talkcl, 
And joys which lovers crownd . 

And fiow the fun had rofe to noon, 

In zenith of his power, 
When to a (hade their fteps they made, 

To pafs the mid-day hour. 
. The bonny lad row cl in his plaid 

The lafs, who fcorn'd to frown; . 
She foon forgot the ewes fhe fought y" 

And he to gangf to town. 


My Dear Jockey, 

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e me now Jockeys away: forlorn I fit finging,and this is my ftrain,haf(e,hafte,myd< j 

When lads and their laffes are on the green met j 

They dance and they Gng,and they laugh, and they chat, 

Contented and happy with hearts full of glee, 

,1 can't without envy their merriment fee. 

Thofe pleafures offend me, my fhepherd's not there, 

No pleafure I relifh that Jockey dont fhare, 

It makes me to figh,I from tears fcarce refrain, 

I wifh my dear Jockey returncJ back again* 

But hope fhall fufiain me, nor will I defpair, 
He promis'd he would in a fortnight be here; , 
On fond expectation my wifhes I'll feaft, 
For love my dear Jockey to Jenny will hafte^ 
Then farewell each care, and adieu each vain figh. 
Who'll then be fo bleft or fo happy as li 
I'll fing on the meadows, and alter my ftrain. 
When Jockey returns to my arms back again. 

Fy gar rub her o'». r wi' Strae. 





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Sweet youth s a blyth and heartfome rime; 

Then, lads and laffes, while 'tis May, 
Gae pu'the gowan- in its prime, 

Before it wither and decay. 
Watch the faft minutes of delyte, 

When Jenny fpeaks beneath her breath, 
And kiffes, laying a' the wyte 

On you, if fhe kepp ony fkaith. 

Haith, ye're ill bred, fhe'U foiling fay, 

Ye'll worry me, ye greedy rook; 
Syne frae }Our arms fhe'll rin away, 

And hide herfell in fome dark nook. 
Her .laugh will lead you to the place 

Where lies the happinefs ye want, 
And plainly tell you to your face, 

Nineteen nayfays are haf a grant. 

Now to her heaving bofom cling, 

And fweetly tbolie for a kifs: 
Frae her fair finger whoop a ring, 

As raiken of a future blifs. 
Thefe bennifons, I'm very fure, 

Are of the gods indulgent grant; 
Then, furly carl*, whifht^ forbear 

l<> plague us v%i' your v.nining- cant. . 


Same liine. Sung by PATIE. 

DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geek, 
And anfwer kindnels wi' a flight, 
Seem unconcern d at her neglect, 
For women in a man delight, 
But them defpife who're foon defeat, 
And with a fimple face give way 
To a repulfe; — not blate, 
Pufh bauldly on, and win the day. 

When maidens, innocently young, 

Say aften what they never mean, 
Ne er mind their pretty l\"ing tongue, 

But tent the language of their een. 
If thefe agree, and fhe perfift 

To anfwer a' ,>x>ur love with hate, 
Seek ellewhere to be better blefsd; 

And let h'r Hgh when tjs too late. 

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Blefs'd days when our ingenious fex, 
Vlore frank and kind - more frank and kind, 
Did not their lov'd adorers vex; 
But fpoke their mind-but fpoke their mind, 
Repenting now, fhe promis'd fair, 
vVou'd he return-woud he return, 
She ne'er again wou'd give him care, 
- cxufe him mourn -or caufehim mourn, 

Ye Fair, while beauty's in its fpring, 
Own your deCre-Own your defire, 
While love's young pow'r with his foft wing 
Fans up the fire - fans up the fire; 
O do not with a filly pride, 
Or low defign -Or low defign, 
Refufe to be a happy bride, 
But anfwer plain -but anfwer plain. 

Whv lov'd I the deferving fwain, Thus the fair mourner wail'd her crime, 

t f i 11 thought fhame -yet ftill thought fhame, With flowing eyes -with flowing eyes. 

yVhetl he my yielding heart did gain, 
lb own my flame - to own my flame! 
Vhy ronJc I pl^afur" to torment, 
A nd ft f-m too cov - and f< .em too coy. 
Whim iri>f-s me now, alas, lament 
"'■ flighted ]<<■ -n\ flighted jfoyj 

Glad Jamie h$ard her all the time, 
With fweet furprife-with fweet furprife. 
Some god had led him to the grove, 
His mind unchang'd -his mind unchang< 
Flew to her arms, and cry'd, My love, 
I am reveng'd- I am revengd. 

The laft time 1 came o'er the Moor. 


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The laft time T came o'er the moor, I left my love behind 








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me, Ye pow rs, what pain do I endure,When foft I . de _ as mind me. 





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Soon as the ruddy morn difplayd, The beaming day en (uing, I -■-, 








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met betimes my lovely maid, In fit re -treats for wooing. 




Beneath the cooling fhade we lay, 

Oazing,and chaft* ly fporting; 
We kifs'd and pronuf 'd time away, 

Till night fpread her black curtain. 
I pitied ail beneath the fkies, 
/ Ev'en king8,when fhe was nigh me, 
In raptures I beheld her eyes, 
Which could but 111 deny me . 

Should I be call'd. where cannons roar, 
t Where mortal fteel may wound me. 
Or caft upon fome foreign fhore, 

Where dangers may furround me; 
Yet hopes again to fee my love, 

To feaft on glowing kiffes, 
Shall makr- my cares at diftance move, 

In profpect of fuch bliffes. 

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In all my foul there's not one place 

To let a rival enter: 
Since fhe excels in every gracf , 

In her my love (hall center: 
Sooner the feas fhall ceafe to flow, 

Their waves the Alps fhall cover, 
On Greenland ictf fhall rofes grow. 

Before I ceafe to love her. 

The next time I go o'er the moor, 

She fhall a lover find me; 
And that my faith is firm and pure, 

Tho' I left her behind me: 
Then Hymen's facred bonds fhall chain 

My heart to her fair bofom, - 
There, while my being does remain, 

My love more frefh fhall bloffom. 

-(^' c hain ,That freedom' is taftelefs, and roving__a pain 

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Thro' walks grown with woodbines, as often we ftray, 
Around us our boys and girls frolic and play: 
How pleafing their {port is: the wanton ones fee, 
And borrow their looks from my Jeffy and me. 

To try her fweet temper, oft-times am I feen, 
In revels all day with the nymphs on the green: 
Tho painfu my abfence, my doubts fhe beguiles, 
And meets me at night with complacence and fmiles. 

What tho on her cheeks the rofe lofes.its hue, 
Her wit and good humour bloom all the year thro- 
Time fiill, as he flies, adds increafe to her truth, 
And giv;? to her mind what he fteals from her _>outh. 

Ye fhtpherds fo gay, who make low to enfnare, 
And < heat, with feffe vows, the too credulous Fair; 
In fearch of true phalure, how vairrv you roam. 
To hold it for Life, uiu muft find C at ho;r.--. 

The Lafs of Peatj's Mill. 


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fpite of all my fkill, Hath ftole my heart a _ wa) 









locks did play, And wan_ton'd in her een. 


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Her arms, white round and fmooth, 

Breafts riling ^n their dawn, 
To age it would give youth, 

To prefs them with his hand; 
Through all my fpirits ran 

An ecftacy of blifs, 
When I fuch fweetnefs fand, 

Wrapt in a balmy kifs. 

Without the help of art, 

Like flovvrs which grace the wild, 
•She did her fweets impart, 

Whene'er fhe fpoke,or fmil'd. 

Her looks, they were fo mild, 
Free from affected pride, 

She me to love bfjguilcl; 
I wiOi'd her for my bride. 

Olhad I ail that we aim 

Hopetoun's high momt.urs fill, 
Inrur'd long life and health* 

And rleafure * at my will; ' - 
I'd promife and fulfil, 

That but bonny lit, 
The lafs of Peaty's mill,. 

Shoud fhare the fame with ir.e. 

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The Highland Laddie. 

-^ g-a\*d\. how much unlike that gracefti' mien,And manly looks of mv Highland 

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Highland Laddie, New Sett. 




If I were free at will to chufe, 
To be the weal + h:eft lawland lady, 

I'd take young Donald without trews. 
With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy. 
O my bonny, &c . 

The braweft beau in burrow's-t< *n, 
In a' his airs, with art made readv, 

Compard tc him he's but a clown; 
He s finer far :n's tartan plaidy. 
O mv bornv, <*Zc. 

Oer benty hill wifh him I'll run. 
And leave my. lawland kin and dady, 

Frae winter's cauld,and fummer's fun, 
Heilfcreen m- w' 4 h . l :;s highland plaidy. 
O mv bonr\. &c. 

A painted room, and filken bed, 

May pleafe a lawland laird and lady; 

But I can kifs,and be as glad, 

Behind a bufh in*s highland plaidy. 
O iry bonny-, tic. 

Few compliments between us pafs, 
I ca^him my dear highland laddie, 

And -he ca's me his lawland lafs, 
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie. 
O my bonny, Ktc. 

Nae greater joy Fli e er pretend, 

Than that his lo\ e prove true and ffcady 

Like mine to him, which re'er fhall end, 
V\hi!e hea\en pre'enes my highland laddie. 
O my bonny, %£c. 


THE kwland maids g<\vfy frig and fine, 
But aft theyV. lour and unco fawcy; 
Sae proud, they never can be kind 

Like my good r'humourd highland laffie. 
Omy bonny, bonnv highland laffie, 
My hearty- finilu g highland laffie, 
May never care make thee lefs fair, 
But bloom of youth ftill blefs myfoflie. 

Than onv lafs in burrow* - town, 

Wha mak t/ieir cheeks with patches mottie, 

1 cTtake mi^Kary but a gown, 
Bare-fofsted in her little coatie. 
O my bonny, &c. 

Beneath the brier, or brecken bufh, " 
Whene'er I kifs and court my daw-tie; 

Hapoy and blyth as ane wad wifh, 

My flighteren heart gangs pittie pattie. 
O my bonny, &c . 

O'er Jiigheft hethory hills 1*11 f*en, 

With cockit gun and ratches ^enty, 
To drive the de^r out of their den. 
To "feaft n.y lafs on difhes dainty-. 
O my bonnv i^c . 

There's nane fhall dare by deed or word, 
'ft^inft her to wag a tongue or finger, 

While 1 can wield my trulty (words 
Or frae my fide whifk out a whinger. 
, O my bonny Ac . 

The mountains clad with purple bloom, 
And berries "ripe, invite my treafure 

To range with me; let great fowk gloom, 
While wealth & pride confbund their pleafuiv 
O my bonny, bonny highland lafTie, 
My lovely fmiling highland laffie, 
May never care make thee lefs fair, 
But bloom of youth ftill blefs my laffie. 

From the Duenna 
Ah fure a pair was never feen 

So juftly fbrm'd to meet bye nature. 
The youth excelling fb in mien, 

The maid in ev'ry graceful feature! 
"O how happy are fuch lovers, 

When kindred beauties each Jifcoversl 
' For (urely fhe "was made for thee. 

And thou to blefs this c harming cr"ature. 

Same Tune. 

So mild ) our looks,your children fhenoe, 
Will early learn the tafk of duly* 

The Bo^ with all their Fathers fenfe, 
The Girls with a!l their mo+h-rs beauty, 

O ho w/char mi ng to inherit, 

"". At once fuch graces and fuch foir't. 

Thus while you Iiyp may- fortune ghe. 
Each blefsing equal to ymuv merit! 


, The Turmmfpike 



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prig, man; And mony alterations feen amang te Lawland Whig, man. Fal 

Firft when her to the Lawiands came, 
Nainfell was driving cows, man* 

Th^ere was nae laws about him's n _, 
About the preeks or trews, man. 

Nainfell did wear the philabeg, 
The plaid pricket on her fhoulder; 

The guid claymore hung pe her pelt, 
The piftol fharg'd wi' pouder. 

But for vheraa. thele curfed preeks, 
Wherevith her n be lockit, 

O honi that e'er fhe faw the dayl 
Fer a' her houghs be prokit. 

Every t'ing in te Highlands now 

Pe turn't to alteration; 
The fodger dwall at our toor-fheek, 

And tat's te great vexation. 

Scotland be turnt a Ningland now, 
An* laws pring on te cadger: 

Nainfeii wad durk him for her deeds, 
But ohi fhe fears te foger. 

Anither law came after that, 

Me never faw te like, man; 
They mak a lang road on te crund, 

And ca' him Turnimfpike, man. 

An' wow! fhe pe a ponny road, 
Like Louden corn-rigs, man; 

Where twa carts may gang on her, 
An' no preak ithers -GSS t man. 

They Charge a peniij^ftr ilka horfe, 
In troth,fhe'll no pe fheaper, 

For nought put gaen upo' the crund, 
And they gie me a paper. 

Nae doubts, Nainfell maun tra her purfe, 
And pay .them what hims like, man: 

I'll fee a fhugement on his toor; 
T'at filthy Turnimfpike, man! 

But I'll awa' to te HigalariJ h 'Is, 
Where te'il a ane dare turn h< r, 

And no come near her Ti:rnimfp;ke, 
Unlefs it pe to purn 

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Mv- Jackep is tlie bhrheft Lad, that e _ ver Maiden Woo'd"; When 

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ords m raptures flow; Then times his rine.'fe fines fb fweet, T 

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All other lafTes he for fakes, 

And flies to me alone; 
At every fair, and all our walks 

To me he makes his moan: 
He buys me toys, and fweetmeats too, 

And ribbons for my hair, 
No fwain was ever half fo good, 

Nor h.-Jf fo kind and fair. 

Where er I go I nothing fear, 

If Jockey is but by;~ 
For I alone am all his care, 

When ever danger's nigh. 
He vows to wed next Whitfunday, 

And make me bleft for life; 
Can I refufe,ye maidens fay, 

To be young Jockey's wife? 

Same Tune 

TO fly, firebird, from grove to grove, 
To wander like the bee, 
To fip of fweets, and tafte of love, 

Is not enough for me: 
No fluttering paffions w; ke my breaft, 

I wifh the place to fine 
Where fate may give me pea„e and reft, 
One fhepherd to my mind. 

To every youth I'll not be gay," 

Nor try on all my power, 
Nor future pleasures throw away 

In toyings for an hour: 
I would not reign the general toaft, 

Be prais'd by all the town; 
A thoufmd tongues on me are loft; 

I'll hear but only one. 

For which of all the flattering train. 

Who (warm at beauty's fhrine, 
When youth's gay charms are in the wane- 

Will court their fure decline. 
Then fops, and wits, and beaux,forb( :ar, 

Your arts will never do; 
For fome fond youth fhall be my care, 

Life's chequer'd feafbn thro'. 

My little heart fhall have a home, 

A warm and fhelter'd neft; 
No giddy flights fhall make me roam 

From where T am molt bleft; 
With love and only that dear fwain, 

What tranquil joys T fee! 
Farewell,ye falfe, inconftant train; 

For one is all to me. 



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Welcome, my, to my breaft, Thy arms a-bout me twine, And 

Methinks around us on each bough 

A thoufand Cupids play, 
Whilft through the groves I walk with 

Each object makes me gay: Aou, 
Since your return, the fun and moon 

With brigher beams do fhine, 
Streams murmur foft notes while they 

As -th&y did lang fyne. (run, 

De fpife the court and din of ftate ; 

Let that to their fhare fall, 
Who can efteem fuch flavery great, 

While bounded like a ball: 
But funk in love, upon my arms 

Let your brave head recline; 
We 11 pleafe ourfelves v\ithmutual charms, 

As we did lang fyne. 


O'er moor and dale with your gay 

You may purfue the chace, 
And, after a blyth bottle, end 

All cares in my embrace: 
And,in a vacant rainy day, 

You fhall be wholly mine; 
We'll make the hours run finooth away, 

And laugh at lang fyne. 

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Then cafting round his eves, 
Thus of his fate he did complain, 

Ye cruel rocks, and fkies! 
Ye ftormy winds, and angry main, 

What 'tis to mifs 

The lovers blifs, 
Alas! ye do not know; 

Make me your wreck 

As 1 come back, 
But fpare me as I go. 

Loi yonder ftands the tower 
Where my beloved Hero lies, 

And tnis is the appointed hour 
Wnich fets to watch her longing eyes. 

To his fond fuit 

The gods were mu*e; 
The billows anfwer, No; 

Up to the fkies 

The furges rife, 
But fink the youth as low. 

Meanwhile the wifhing maid, 
Divid'd 't-Aixt her care and Io\e, 

Now does his ftay upbraid; 
Now dread s he fhou'd the paffage prove: 

fateifaid fhe, 
Nor heaven,nor thee, 

Our vows fhall e'er divide. 

r*d leap this wall, 

Cou'd I but fall 
By my Leander's fide. 

At length the riling fun 
Did to her fight reveal too late, 

That Hero was undone; 
Not by Leander's fault,but fate. 
Said fhe, I'll fhew, 
Tho'we are two, 
Our love's were ever one; 
This proof I'll give, 

1 will not live, 

Nor fhall he die alone. 

Down from the wall fhe leapt 
Into the raging feas to hi^* 

Courting each wave fhe met, 
To teach her wearv'darms to fwim; 

The fea-gods wept, 

Nor' longer kept 
Her from her lover's fide. 

When join'd at laft, 

She grafp'd him faft, 
Then figh'd,embrac'd,and dy*d . 


The Gentle Swain 

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now appear, the lambkins frifking o er the plain,f\veetfeatherdfongftersnowwehear,whil 

Ye Nymphs,OhI lead me thro the Grove, 
Thro' which your ftreams in filence mourn; 
There with my Johnny let me rove, 
'Till once his fleecy flocks return; 
Young Johnny is my Gentle Swain, 
That fweetly pipes along the mead, 
So loon's the lambkins hear his (train, 
With eager fteps they turn in fpeed . ' 

The Flocks now all in fportive play, 
Come frifking round the piping fwain, 
Then fearful of too 4ong delay, 
Run bleating to their Dams again, 
Within the frefh green Myrtle Grove, 
The feather 'd choir in rapture fing, 
And fweetly warble forth their love, 
To welcome the returning Spring. 

Same Tune 

TENNY § heart was frank and free, 
I And wooers fhe hid mom* yet, 
Her fang was -.yejOf a' I fee, 
Commend nn> to my Johnie yet. 

For air and late, he has fie gate 
To mak a body cheary, that 
I wifh to be, before I die, 
His ain kind deary yet. 

Now Jenny s face was fu' o grace, 
Her fhape was fma' and eenty-like, 
And few or nane in a' the piace 
Had gowd and gear mair plenty yet; 
Tho' war's alarms, and Johnie s charms, 
Had gart her aft look eerie, yet 
She fung wi'glee"I hope to Tbe 
"My Johnie's ain kind Deary yet: 

'"What tho he s now gaen far aw?i, 
'""Where guns and cannons rattle, yet, 
"Unlefs my Johnie chance to fa' 
"Tn fome uncannv battle, yet 
'Till he return, his breaft will burn 
"Wi" love that will confound me \et, 
"For 1 hope to fee, before I die, 
"His Bairns a' dance iround me \ * t . 

He ftcle rav tencior Heart away. 


The fields were green, the hills were gay, And birds were 

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en Colin met me in the grove, And 

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fay, Young Colin ftole my heart a _ way, In fpite of all my 

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friends cou'd fay, Young Col _ in ftole my heart a _ way. 

When ere he trips the meads along, 
He fweetly Joins the woodlark's fong; 
And when he dances on the green, 
There's none fo blithe as Colm feen: 
If he's but by I nothing fear, 
For I alone am all his care; 
Then, fpite of all my friends can fay, 
Hes ftole my tender heart away. 

My Mother chides when ere I ream, 
And feems furpris'd I quit my hpmey 
But fhe'd not wonder that I rove* 
Did fhe but feel how much I love. 
Full well I know the genrous fwain, 
Will neve* give -my- bofom pain; 
Then fpite of all my friends can fay, 
He's frole my tender heart away. 


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dreams by night. If from the lad, I be, 

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'tis fum _ mer all the year. 


When I and Jocky met firft on the flow'ry dale, 
Right fweetly he me tret, and love was a his tale. 

You are the lafs, {aid he, that ftaw my heart frae me, 
O eafe me of my pain, and never fhow difdain. 

Well/can my Jocky kyth his love and courtefie; 

Hf made my heart fu blyth when he firft fpake to me. 
His fuit I ill deny'd; he kifs'd, and I comply'd: 
Sae Jocky promis'd me, that he wad faithful be. 

I'm glad when Jocky comes, fad when he gangs away; 
'Tis night when Jocky glooms, but when he fmiles 'tis day, 

\Mien our eyes meet I pant, I colour, figh, and faint; 

What lafs that wad be kind can better tell her mind. 

Bormv Befsy. 


Tune Befsey's H aggies. 


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virtues -fewer, She wad e_ver gie de_ light, And in tranfport 

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Love T, naething efle a _ bout thee; With thy come _ li _ 

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^^ _ nefs I'm taen, And langer can _ not live without thee 

Befsy s bofom s faff and warm, 

Milk-white fingers (fill employ cl, 
He who taks her to his arm, 

Of her fweets can ne'er be -cloyVj . 
My dear Befsy, when the rofes 

Leave thy cheek, as thou grows aulder. 
Virtue, wnich thy mind difclofes, 

Will keep love from growing caulder. 

Befsy s- tocher is but fcanty, 

Yet her face and foul difcovers 
Thofe enchanting fweets in plenty 

Maun entice. a thoufand lovers; ; 
Tis npt money, but a woman 

Of a temper kind and eafy, 
That gives haripinefs uncommon; 

Petted things can nought but tea/e ye . 


Twine weel the Plaiden. 

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bon _ ny dow, And twine it weel, the plaiden; the 

He prais'd my een fae bonny blue, 

Sae lilly white my fkin o\ 
And fyne he prie'd my bonny mou, 

And fwore it was nae fin o', 
And twine it weel, my bonny dow, 

And twine it weel the plaiden; 
The laffie loft her filken fnood, 

In pu ing of the bracken . 

But he has left the lafs he lood, 

His ain true love forfaken, 
Which gars me fair to greet the fnood, 

I loft amang the bracken. 
And twine it weel, my bonny dow, 

And twine it weel, the plaiden; 
The laffie loft her filken fnood, 

In pu'ing of the bracken . 

Faireft of the Fair. 





town; Can filent glens have charms for thee, the lowly cot, and ruffet 



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gownjNae langer dreft in filken fheen,Nae langer deckd wi jewels .rare Say, 





< thou was faireft 

of the fa 

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O Nannie, canYt thou love fo true, 

Thr6' perils keen wi' rr,e to gae? 
Or when thy fwain mifhao fhall rue, 

To fhare with him the pang of wae? 
And when invading pains befal,. 

Wilt thou affume the Nurfes care, 
Nor wifhful thofe gay fcenes rec;d, 

Where thou \> aft faireft of the fair? 

O Nannie, when thourt far awa, 

Wilt thou not caft a wifh behind ? 
Sav, can ft thou face the flaky fhaw, 

Nor.fhrink before the warping wind. 7 
O can that fait and gentleft mien, 

Severeft hardfhips learn to bear, 
Nor fad regret each courtly fcene, 

Where thou waft faireft of the fair? 

And when at laft thy love fhall die* 

Wilt thou receive his parting breath? 
Wilt thou reprefs each frruggling Cgh, 

And chear with fmiles the Ded of death? 
And wilt thou o'er his much lovcl clay, 

Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear? 
Nor then regret thofe fcenes fQ gay, 

Where thou waft faireft of the fair? 


The Blathrie o't. 



When I think on this warld's pelf, And the little wee fhare I have 








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o't to my felf, And how tie lafs that wants it is by the lads forgot, 



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May the fhame fa the gear and the blathrie o't! 




Jockie was the laddie that held the pleugh, 

But now he's got gow'd and gear eneugh; 

He thinks nae mair of me that weirs the plaid en coat; 

May the fhame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o'ti 

Jenny was the lafsie that mucked the byre, 
But now fhe is clad in her filken attire, 
And Jockie fays he loes her, and fwears he's me forgot; 
' May the fhame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o'ti . 

But all this fhall never danton me, ' 

Sae lang as I keep my fancy free: 

For the lad that's fae inconftant, he's not worth a groat; 

May the fhame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o't] , 

Lncky Nancy. 

Tune Dainty- Davie. 

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fangs abound and fenfe is fcarce,thefe lines I have in_dited; But darts nor 





Nancy, Auld fprings wad ding the new? But ye wad never trow me 




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Nor fnaw with crimfon will I mix, 
To fpread upon mylaffie's cheeks; 
And fyne th' unmeaning name prefix, 

Miranda, Chloe, or Phillis. 
I'll fetch nae fimile frae Jove, 
My hight of ecftafy to prove, 
Nor fighing -thus -prefent my love 

With rofes eke and lilies. 
I was ay telling you, &c. 

But ftay, - 1 had amaift forgot 
My miftrefs, and my fang to boot, 
And that's an unco' faut,I wot; 

But, Nanfy, 'tis nae matter. 
Ye fee I clink my verfe wi' rhyme, 
And ken ye, that atones the crime; 
Forby, how fweet my numbers chyme, 

And flide away like water. 
I was ay telling you, &c. 

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Now ken, my rev rend fonfy fair, 
Thy runkled cheeks, and lyrat hair, 
Thy half fhut een,and hodling air, 

Are a' my paffion's fewel. 
Nae fkyring gowk, my dear, can fee, 
Or love, or grace, or heaven in thee; 
Yet thou haft charms anew for me; 
Then fmile, and be na cruel. 
Lee/, me on thy fnawy pow, 
Lucky Nancy, Lucky Nancy; 
Dryeft wood will eitheft low, 
And, Nancy, fae will ye now. 

Troth, I have fung the v fang to you, 
Which ne'er anither bard wad do; 
Hear then my charitable vow, 

Dear venerable Nancyi 
But if the warld my pafsion wrang. 
And fay ye only live in lang, 
Ken, I defpife a (land 'ring tongue, 

And fin g to pleafe my fancy. 
Lee/ me on thy fee. 


Mav-eve, or Kate of Aberdeen. 







JT £-< The filver moon's en_amour'd beams, Steal fbft-ly through the 

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The N\Tnphs and Swains, expectant, wait 

In primrofe-chaplets gay, 
Till morn unbars her golden gate, 

And gives the promis'd May. 
The Nymphs and Swains fhall all declare 

The promis d May, when feen, 
Not half fo fragrant, half fo fair, 

As Kate of Aberdeen. 

Til tune my pipe to plaj-ful notes, 
And roufe yon nodding grove, 

Till new-wak'd birds diftend their throats* 
And hail the maid I love. 

At her approach, the lark miftakes, 
And quits the new-drefs'd green: 

Fond bird! 'tis not the morning breaks; . 
'Tis Kate of Aberdeen! 

Now blithfbme oer the dewy- mead, 

Where elves difportive play, 
The feftal dance young fhepherds lead, 

Or fing their love-tun'd lay. 
Till May, in morning robe, draws nigh, 

And claims a Virgin Queep; 
The Nymphs and Swains, exulting, cr) , 

Here's Kate of Aberdeen! 

Tweed Side, 


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fmiles up-on Tweed! Yet Mary's ftill fweet _ er then thofe, Both 









nature and fancy ex _ ceed . No daify, nor fweet blufh _ ing 


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The warblers are heard in the grove, 

The linnet, the lark, and tie thrufh, 
The blackbird,and fweet-cocmg dove, 

With mufic enchant every bufh. 
Come, let us go forth to tne mead, 

Let's fee how the primrofes fpring, 
We'll lodge in fome village cr. Tweed, 

And love, while the feather'd folks Cng. 

How does my love pafs the long day? 

Does Mary not 'tend a few fheep? 
Do they never carelefsly ftray, 

While happily- fhe lies afleepl 

Tweed's murmurs fhould lull her to reft; 

Kind Nature indulging my blifs, 
To eafe the foft pains of my breaft, 

l d fteal an ambrofial kifs . 

'Tis fhe does the virgins excel, 

No beauty with her may compare; 
Love's graces around her do dwell, 

She's taireft, where thoufands ars fair, 
Say, charmer, where do thy flock ftray ? 

Oh! tell me at noon where they feed? 
Is it on the fweet winding Tay? 

Or pleafanter banks of the Tweed ? 


Marys Dream, 

Continued. 39 

Ev'n then,vvhen horror chill cl my blood, 

'My heart vNas" fill'd with love for thee: 
'The ftorm is paft, and I at reft: 

'So, Mary, weep no more for me. 
'O maiden dear, thyfelf prepare, 

?We foon £hall meet upon that fliore, 
'Where love is free from doubt and care, 

And thou and I fhall part no more! 

She from her pillow gently rais'd 

Her head to aflc,who there might be 
She faw young Sandy fhiv ring ftand, 

With vifage pale and hollow eye; 
'O Mary dear, cold is my clay. 

'It lies beneath a ftormy fea; 
'Far, far from thee, I fleep in death; 
. 'SojMary, weep no more for me. 

'Three ftormy nights and ftormy days Loud crow'd the cock, the fhadow fled 

*We tofs'd upon the r£ging main: No more of Sandy could fhe fee; 

'And long we ftrove o T .:r Tbark to fave, But foft the patting fpirit faid, 

But all our ftriving was in vain. "Sweet Mary, weep no more for me! 

Water Parted from the Sea. 

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^4:0 <^ Up amang yon cliffy rocks, Sweetly rings the rifling echo, 





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"Sandy herds a flock o' fheep, 
"Aften does he blaw the whiftle, 
'"In a ftrain fae faftly fweet, 
"Lam'mies liftning dare nae bleat; 
"He's as fleet's the mountain roe, 
"Hardv,as the highland heather, 
"'Wading thro* the winter fnow, 
"Keeping sy his flock together; 
"But a plai'd, wi' bare houghs, 
u He braves the bleakeft norlin blaft . 

Brawly he can dance and fing 
"Canty glee or highland cronach; 
Nane can ever match his fling 
At a reel, or round a ring; 
Wightly can he wield a rung 
In a brawl he's ay the bangfter: 
'A his praife can ne'er be fung 
By the langeft winded fangfter. 

"Sangs that fing o' Sandy 

"Come fhort,tho' they were e'er fae lang. 

I Wifh mv Lcve were in a Mire. 


My- bofom glowcl; the fubtile flame 
Ran quick thro'* all my vital frame; 

er my dim eyes a darknefs hung; 
My ears with hollow murmurs rung: 
In dewy damps my limbs were chill d; 
My blood with genrle horrors thrill'd; 
My feeble pulfe forgot Jtp play: 

1 fainted, funk, and dy'd away! 


Same Tone. 

O Lovely maid, how dear's thy powr. 
At once 1 love, at once adore: 
With wonder are my thoughts poffeft, 
While fofteft love infpires my breaft. 
This tender look,thefe eyes of mine, 
Confers their amVous mafter thine; 
Thefe eyes with Strephons paifion play; 
Firft make me love, and then betray. 

Yes, Charming Victor, I am thine, 
Poor as it is, this heart of mine 
Was never in another's pow'r, . , 
Was never piercd by love before. 

In thee I ve tre&fur'd up my joy, 
Thou canTt give blifs,or blifs deftroy:. 
And thus iVe bour.d myfelf to love, 
While blifs or mifery can move. 

O fhould I ne'er poffefs thy charms, 
Ne'er meet my comfort in my arms. 
Were hopes of dear enjoyment gone, 
Still would I love,love thee alone. 
But, like fome difcontented fhade, 
That wanders where its body's laid, 
Mournful I'd roam with hollow glare, 
For ever exil'd from my fair. 

Logan Water. 

For ever, fortune, wilt thou prove, An unrelenting foe to 

J*J Bid us fish on from day to day, And wifh & wifh the foul a _ way, Till 

<** youth ^nd genial jears are flown, And all the life of love is gone? 



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3ut bufy,b jfy full art thou For once, O Fortunel hear my prayer, 

To bx;id the lo\ clefs, joylefs vow; And I abfolve thy future care; 

~.' heart from pieafiire to delude, All other bleffings I refign, 

P* <■ he ^errtle'to the rude. Make but the dear Amanda mine. 

Allan Water. 


This lovely darling deareft care, 

This new delight, this charming Annie, 
Like fummers dawn, (he's frefh and fair, 

When Flora's fragrant breezes fan ye. 
All day the amVous youths conveen, 

Joyous they fport and play before her; 
All night, when fhe no more is feen, 

In blifsful dreams they ftill adore her. 

Among the croud AmyntOr came, 
He look" > d,he lovcl,he bow'd to Annie; 

His rifing fighs exprefs his flame, 

His words we.t few, his wifhes many. 

With fmiles the lovely maid reply'd, 
Kind fhepherd,why fhouid I deceive ye. 

Alas! your love muft ~be deny'd, 

This deftin'd breaft can- ne'er relieve ye. 

Young Damon came with Cupid's art, 

His wiles,his fnnles,his charms beguiling 
He ftole away my virgin heart; 

Ceafe, poor Amyntori ceafe bewailing: 
Some brighter beauty you may f r.d: 

On yonder plain the nymphs are many; 
Then chufe fome heart that's uncc-^in'd . 

And leave to Damon his own Annie. 

Rife up and,mak a clean fire fide, 
Put on the mukle Pat; . 
Gie little Kate her cotton gown, 
And Jock his Sunday's coat; 
And mak their Shoon as black&s Slaes 
Their hofe" as white as, 
It's a' to pleafe my ain Goodman; 
For he's been lang awa. Cho. 

' There is twa Hens upon the Bauk, 

'S been fee this month and mair* 

Mak-hafte,and thra their necks about, 

That Colin well may fare; 

And fpread the Table neat and clean; 

Gar ilka thing look bra; 

It's a' for love of my Goodman; 

For he's been lang awa. Cho. 

O gie me down my bigonets, . 

My Bifhop-fauin gown; 

For I maun tell tne Baillie's. wife, 

That Colin s cosre to Town", 

My Sunday's fhoon they maun gae on, 

My hofe o' pearl blue, 

Its a* to pleafe my' air Goodman; 

For he's baith -leel and true. Cho . 

Sae true's his words,Sae fmooths his. 
His breath like caller Air, (fpeech, 
His very foot has mufick in't, 
When he comes up the ftair; 
And will I fee his face,, again! 
And will I hear him fpeaki 
I'm downright dizzy wee the thought 
In troth, I'm like to greet. Cho. 

The cauld blafts of the winter wind, 

That thrilled thro' my heart, 

They're a blaun by, I hae him fafe ; , 

Till Death we'll never part; 

But what puts parting in my head? 

It may be far awa; 

The prefent moment is our Ain; I 

The nfcift we never faw. Cho? 

Since Co lin's. well, Im well, content, 

I hae nae mair to crave; 

Could I but live to mak him bleft, 

I'm bleft aboon tjtfe lave; 

And will I fee his face again 

And will I hear him ipeak; 

I'm downright -diz/v wee the thought; 

In troth,l'ni like to greet. O-o. 




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Sing, my bonny harmlefs £heep, 
That feed upon the mountains fteep, 
Bleating fweetly as ye go, 
Thro' the winter's froft and fnow; 
Hart, and hynd,and fallow-deer, 
No be ha'f fo ufeful are : . 
Frae kings to him that hads the plow, 
Are all oblig'd to tarry woo . 

Up, ye fhepherds, dance and fleip, 
O'er the hills and valleys trip, 
Sing up the praife of tarry woo: 
Sing the flocks that bear it too: 
Harmlefs creatures, without blame, 
That dead the back and cram the wame, 
Keep us warm and hearty fou; 
Leefn me on the tarry woo. 

How happy is the fhepher'ds life, 
Far frae courts,and free of ftrife, 
While the gimmers bleat and bae, 
And the lambkins anfwer mae: 
No fuch mufic to his ear; 
. Of thief or fox he h„s no fear; 
Sturdy kent, and colly true, 
Well defend the tarry woo. . 

He lives content, and envies none; 
Not even a monarch on his throne, 
Tho he the royal fceptre fways, 
Has not fweeter holidays, 
Who'd be a king, can ony tell? 
When a fhepherd fings fae well,- 
Sinj>s fae well, and pays his due, 
W T ith honeft heart and tarrv woo. 


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love my love, becaufe I know, my love loves me, 

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Oh. cruel wer; his parents, who fent my love to fea; 

And cruel, crur I , was the fhip that bore my love from me, 

Yet I love his parents, fince theyre his, although they've ruincl me; 

For T lov« rry love, &c. 

Oi fhould it p-eafe the pitying powrs to call mi to the fky, 
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge, around my lov< tc fly, 
For to guard him from all dangers, how happy fhould I be 1 
. For I l/yfb my love, &c. 

I'll make a ftrawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine, 
With rofes, lillies, dailies, I'll mix the eglantine: 
And I'll prefent it to my love, when he returns from fea. 
For I love my love, &c. 

O if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaft; 
Or if I were a nightingale, to fing my love to reft; 
To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward fhould be; 
For I love my love, &c. 

O if I were an eagle, to foar into the fky, 
I'd ga/e around, with piercing eyes, where I my love might fpy: 
But &U.i ^nhappv maiden, that love you ne'er fhall fee; 
Y» t I lov- im love,&c. * 

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Whilft thus fhe fung, lamenting, her love was come on fhore, 
He heard fhe was in Bedlam: then did he afk no more; 
But ftraight he flew to find her, while thus replied he: 
T love my love, &c. .- . 

Sir, dc not affright me: are you my love, or not? 
Yes, yes, my deareft Molly; I fear a I was forgot. 

But now I'm come to make amends for all your injury, 
And I love my love, &c. 

To the foregoing Tone. 

AS down on Banna's banks I ftray'd, one evening in May, 
The little birds, in blytheft notes, made vocal ev ry fpray: 
They fung their little notes of love; they fung them o'er and o'er. 
Ah! gramachree, mo challeenduge, mo Molly aftore. 

The daify pied, and all the fweets the dawn of nature yields; 
The primrofe pale, the vi'let blue, lay fcatter'd o'er the fields; 
Such fragrance in the bofom lies of her whom I adore, 
Ahi gramachree, &c. . 

1 laid^me down upon a bank, bewailing my fad fate, 

That doom'd me thus the flave of love, and cruel Molly's hate. 
How can fhe break the honeft heart, that wears her in it's core? 
Ahi gramachree, &c. 

You faid,you iov'd me, Molly dear; ahi why did I believe. 
Yes, who could think fuch tender words were meant but to deceive.' 
That love was all I afk'd on earth; nay Heav'n could give no more. 
Ahi gramachree, &c. 

Ohi had I all the flocks that graze on yonder yellow hill, 
Or low'd for me the num'rous herds, that yon green paftures fill, 
With her I love I'd gladly fhare my kine and fleecy ftore, 
Ahi gramachree, &c. 

Two turtle doves, above my head, fat courting on a bough, 
I envy'd them their happinefs,to fee them bill and coo; 
Such fondnefs once for me fhe fhew'd, but now, alasi 'tis o'er. 
Ahi gramachree, &c. 

Then, fare thee well, my Molly dear, thy lofs I ftill fhall moan; 
Whilft life remains in Strephon's heart, 'twill beat for thee alone. 
Tho' thou art falfe, may heav'n on thee it's choiceft blefsings pour. 
Ahi gramachree, &c. 

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HAD 1 a heart for falfehood fram'd, I ne'er could injure y.u; {true; 
For tho your tongue no promife claim'd, your charms wou'd make me 
To you no foul fhall bear deceit, no ftranger offer wrong; 
But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and lovers, in the young. 

But when they learn, that you have blefs'd another with your heart. 
They'll bid afpiring paffion reft, and act: a brother's part; 
Then, lady, dread not their deceit, nor fear to fuffer wrong; 
For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and brothers, in the young. 


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laird he was that fought her, Rich baith in lands and money 


He had the art tc r leafe ye, 

And was by a' refpected, 
His airs fat round him eafy, 

Genteel,but unaffected; 
The collier's bonny laffie, 

Fair as the new-blown iillie, 
Ay fweet,and never faucy, 

Secur'd the heart of Willie . 

He lov'd -beyond expreffion 

The charms that were about her, 

And panted for poffeffion, 

His life was dull without her, 

After mature refolving, 

Clofe to his breaft he held her, 
In fafteft flames diffolving, 

He tenderly thus tellcl her_ 

My bonny collier s daughter, 

Let naething difcompofe ye; 
'Tis no your fcanty tocher 

Shall ever gar me lofe ye; 
For I have gear in plenty, 

And love fays, 'Tis my duty, 
To ware what heavn has lent me 

Upon your wit and beauty. 

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Thd long he had follow'd the lafs, 
Contented (he earncl and eat her brown bread, 
And merrily tumid up the grafs . 
Bonny Jockej-jblith and free, 
Won her heart right merrily, 
Yet (till fhe blufh*cl,and frowning crycl,Nb, no, it will not do, 
I cannot,cannot,wonnot,wonnot,mannot buckle too. 

But when he vowd,he woud make her his Bride, 

Tho' his flocks and herds were not few, 
She gave him her hand, and a kifs befide, 
And vow d, fhe d for ever be true. 
Bonny Jockey, blith and free, 
Won her heart right merrily; 
At Church fhe no more frowning cry*d,No,no,it will not do, 
I cannot,cannot, wonnot,wonnot,mannot buckle too. 


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- • Shall ever come to fear ye-oj 

But lavrocks, whiftling in the air, 
Shall woo, like me, their deary-oi 

While others herd their lambs and ewes, 
And toil for warld s gear, my jo, 

Upon the lee my pleafure grows, 
Wi' you, my kind deary-oi 

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What ails ye at my dad, quoth he, 

My minny, or my aunty? 
With crowdy-mowdy, they fed me, 

Lang-kail, and ranty tanty: 
With bannocks of good barley meal, 

Of thae there was right plenty, 
With chapped ftocks fou butter 'd well; 

And was not that right dainty I 

Altho' my father was nae laird, 

*Tis daffin to be vaunty, 
He keep it ay a good kail -yard, 

A ha' houfe, and a pantry: « 
A good blue bonnet on his head, 

An owrlay bout his cragy, 
And ay until the day he- died, 

He rade on good fhanks nagy. 

Now wae and wander on your fnouti 

Wad ye hae bonny Xanfy? 
Wad ye compare ye'rfeli to me? 

A docken till a tanfie I 
I have a wooer of mv ain; 

They ca' him fouple Sandy; 
And well T wat,his bonny mou' 

Is fweet like fugar-csndv. 

Wow, Nanfyi what needs a' this din? 

Do I not ken. this Sandy? 
I'm fure the chief of a' his kin 

Was Rab the beggar randy: 
His minny, Meg,upo' her back, 

Bare baith him and his billy; 
Will ye compare a nafty pack 

To me your winfome Willy? 

My gutcher left a good braid fword, 

Tho' it be auld and rufty, 
Yet ye may tak it on my word, 

It is baith ftout and trufty; 
And if I can but get it drawn, 

WTiich will be right uneafy, 
I fhall lay baith my lugs in pawn, 

That he fhall get a heezy. 

Then Nanfv turnd her round about, 

And faid, did Sandy hear ye, 
Ye wadna'mifs to get a clout; 

I ken he defna fear ye: 
Sae,had ye'r tongue, and fay nae mair; 

Set fomewhere elfe your fancy; 
For as lang's Sandys to the fore, 

Ye never fhall get Nanfy. 

Plink o'er the barn,fweet Bettie. 


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Altho' my fancy were roving, 
Thy charms fo heav'nly appear, 

That other beauties difproving, 
I'd worfhip thine only, my dear! 

And fhou'd life's forrows embitter 
The pleafure we promis'd our loves, 

To fhare them together is fitter, 

" Than moan afunder, like doves. 

Ohi were I but once fo bleffed, 

To grafp my love in my arms! 
By thee to be grafp'd I and kiffed 1 

And live on thy heaven of charms 1 
I'd laugh at fortune's caprices, 

Shou'd fortune capricious prove; 
Tho' death fhou'd tear me to pieces 

I'd die a martyr to love. 

Jenny Nettles, 





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I met ayont the kairny, 

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, 
Singing till her bairny, 

Robin Rattles baftard; 
To flee the dool upo' the ftool, 

And ilka ane that mocks her, 
She round about feeksRobin out, 

To ftap it in Mb oxter. 

Fy, fy! Robin Rattle, 

Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle, 
Fy, fy! Robin Rattle, 

Ufe Jenny Nettles kindly; 
Sc6re out the blame, and fhun the fhame, 

And without mair debate o't, 
Tak hame your wean, make Jenny fain 

Tne leel and leefome gate o't. 


When abfent from the Nymph. 

Tune OJean,I love thee. 

All day I wander through the groves, 

And fighing hear from evry tree 
The happy birds chirping their loves ; 

Happy compar'd with lonely me. 
When gentle deep with balmy wings, 

To reft fans evry wearied wight, 
A thoufand fears my fancy brings, 

That keep me watching all the night. 

Sleep flies, while like the Goddefs fair, 
And all the graces in her* train, 

With, melting (miles and killing air, 
Appears the caufe of all my pain . 

A while my mind delighted flies 
OVr all her fweets with thrilling joy, 

Whilft want of worth makes doubts arife 
That all my trembling hopes deftroy. 

Thus, while my thoughts are fixcl on her 

Fm all o'er tranfport and defire; 
My pulfe beats high, my cheeks appear 

All rofes, and mine eyta all fire. 
When to myfelf I turn my view, 

My veins grow chill, my cheeks lookwr 
Thus, whilft my fears my pains renew, 

I fcarcely look or move a man. 

Bonnv Jean 


No more the Nymph, with haughty air, 
Refufes Willy 8 kind addrefs; 
Her yielding blufhes (hew no care, 
But too much fondnefs to fupprefe. 
No more the Youth is fullen now, 
But looks the gayeft on the green, 
Whilft every day he fpies fome new 
Surprifing charms in bonny Jean. 

A thoufand tranfports crowd his breaft 
He moves as light as fleeting wind, 
His former forrows feem a jeft. 
Now when his Jenny is turned kind; 

Riches he looks on with difdain; 
The glorious fields of war look mean; 
The chearful hound and horn give pain; 
If abfent from his bonny Jean . 

The day he fpends in am'rous gaze, 
Which ev'n in fjmmer,fhort'ned feems; 
When funk in downs, with glad ama/.e, 
He wonders at her in his dreams. 
,A11 charms difclosri fhe iooks more bright 
Than Troy's prize, the Spartan Queen; 
With breaking day, he lifts his fight, 
And pants to be with bonny Jean. 


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If fhe admire a martial mind, 

I'll fheath my limbs in armour; 
If to the fofter dance inclm'd, 

With g.iyeft airs I'll charm her: 
If fhe love grandeur, day* and night, 

I'll plot my nation's glory, 
Find favour in my prince's fight, 

And fhine in future ftory. 

Beauly can wonders work with eafe, 

Where wit is correfponding; 
Arid braveit men know beft to pleafe, 

With.complaifance abounding. 
My bonny Maggys love can turn 

Me to what fhape fhe pleafes; 
If in her breaft that flame fhall burn, 

Which in my bofom blazes . 



all her charms. O let me, e _ ver fond, be _ 

O come, my love! and bring- a-new 

That gentle turn of mind ,* 
That gracefulnefs of air, in you, 

By nature's hand defign'd ; 
That beauty like the blufhing rofe, 

Frrft lighted up this flame; 
Which, like the fun, for ever glows 

Within my breaft the fame. 

Ya Light Coquets! ye Airy Things! 

How vain is all your art! 
Hew- feldom it a lover brings! 

How rarelv keeps a heart! 

O gather from my Nelly's charms, 
That fweet, that graceful «afe; 

That blufhing onodeftv that warms; 
That native art to pleafe! 

Come then, my love! O come along, 

And feed me with thy charms; 
Come, fair infpirer'of my fong, 

O fill my longing arms! 
A flame like mine can never die, 

While charms, fo bright as thine, 
So heav'nly fair, both pleafe the eye, 

And fill the foul divine! 



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Thro' the lang muir I have followed my Willie, 
Thro' the lang muir I have follow cl him hame, 
Whatever betide us, nought fhall divide us, 
Love now rewards all my forrow and pain. 

Here awa', there awa', here awa*, Willie; 
Here awa', there awa% here awa% hame . 
Come,Love, believe me, nothing can grieve me, 
Ilka thing pleafes while Willie's at hame. 

The Blithfome Bridal. 


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there will be good fawt- herring, To relifh a cog of good -ale 

And there will be Saundy the futor, 

And Will wi 9 the tneikle mou, 
And thrre will be Tain the blutter, 

With Andrew the tinkler, I trow; 
And there will be bowel legged Robie, 

With thumblefs Katie's goodman, 
And there will be blew cheeked Dobbie, 

And Lawrie the laird of the land. 

And there will be fow- libber Patie, 

And plucky fae'd Wat i' the mill, 
Capper -nos^d Francie,and Gibbie. 

That wins in the how of the hill; 
And there will be Alafter Sibby, 

Wha in with black Be ffie did mool, 
With fnivelling Lilly and Tibby, 

The lafs that ftands aft on the ftool. 

And Madge that was buckled to Steenie, 

And coft him gray breeks to his a _, 
Wha after was hangit for ftealing, 

Great mercy it happen'd nae warfe; 
And there will be gleed Geordy Janners, 

And Kirfh with the lilly, white-leg, 
Wha gade to the fouth for manners, 

And plaid the fool in Mons-meg. 

And there will be Judan Maclawrie, 
. And blinkin daft Barbara Macleg, 
Wi' flea -lugged fharny faccl Lawrie, 

And fhangy-moucl halucket Meg; 
And there will be happer a _ Nancie, 

And fairy-fae'd Flowrie by name, 
Muck Mad ie, and fat-hippit Girfy, 

The lafs wi' the gowden wame. 

And there will be Girn -again Gibbv, 

With his glakit wife Jeany Bell, 
And miiled-fhinnd Mungo Macapie, 

The lad that was fkipper himfel . 
There lads and laffes in pearling^. 

Will feaft in the heart of the ha", 
On fvbows and rifarts and cartings, 

That are baith fodden and raw. 

And there will be fadges and brachan. 

With fouth of good gabbocks of fkate, 
Powfowdie, and drammock and crowd;' . 

And caller nowt-feet in a plate; 
And there will be partans and buckies. 

And whitens and fpeldings enew, 
With fingit fheep-heads and a hagffies. 

And fcadlips to fup till you fpew. 

And there will be tapper 'd milk kebbucks 

And fowens,and farles, and baps, - 
With fwats and well fcraped paunches, 

And brandy in ftoups and in ops; 
And there will be meal-kail and porragt, 

With fkink to fup till ye rive, 
And roafts to roafton a brander, 

Of flewks that were taken alive. 

Scrapt haddocks, wilks,dulfe and tangle. 

And a mill of good fnifhing to prie, 
When weary with eating and drinking, 

We'll rife up and dance till we d ie; 
Then fye let us a' to the bridal, 

For there will be lilting thtre, 
For Jock'll be married to Maggie, 

The lafs with the gowden hair. 


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Our flocks feeding clofe by his fide, 

He gently preffing my hand, 
1 viewed the wide world in its pride, 

And laugh'd at the pomp of command! 
Mv dear,- he wou'd oft to me fay, 

What makes you hard hearted to me? 
Oh. why do yo u thus turn away, 

From him who is dving for thee? 
•S;t t - merry* <^c. 

But now he is far from my fight, 

Perhaps a deceiver may prove, 
Which makes me lament day and night, 

That ever I granted my love . 
At eve, when the reft of the folk 

Are merrily feated to fpin, 
I fet myfelf under an oak, 

And heavily fighed for him . 
Sae merrv, &c. 

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When wand ring o'er the flowVv park, 

No nat'ral beauty wanting, 
How lightfome is t to hear the lurk, 

And birds in concert chanting. 1 
But if my Chrifty- tunes her voice, 

I m rapt in admiration; 
My thoughts with ecftafies rejoice, 

And drap the haill creation. 

Whene er fhe fmiles a kindly glance, 

I take the happy omen, 
And aften mint to make advance, 

Hoping fhe'U prove a woman: 
But, dubious of my ain defert, 

My fentiments I fmother; 
With fecret fifths I vex my heart, 

For fear fhe love another. 

Thus fang blate Edie by a burn, 

His Chrifty did o'erhear him; 
She doughtna let her lover mourn, 

But e'er he wift drew near him. 
She fpake her favour with a look, 

Which left nae room to doubt her; 
He wifely this white minute took, 

And Bang his arms about her. 

My Chrifty! __ witnefs, bonny ftream, 

Sic joys frae tears arifing, 
I wifh this mayha be a dream; 

O love the maift furprifing: 
Time was too precious now for tank; 

This point of a' his wifhes 
He wadna with fet fpeeches bauk, • 

But warcl it a' on kiffes. 


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I hae feven good owfen ganging in a pleugh, 
Ganging in a pleugh, and linking o'er the lee; 
And gin ye winna tak me, 1 can let ye be. 

I hae a good ha houfe, a barn, and a byre, 
A ftack afore the door; I'll make a rantin fire, 
I'll make a rantin fire, and merry fhall we be; 
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be. 

Jeany faid to Jocky, Gin ye winna tell, 
Ye fhall be the lad, I'll be the lafs myfell. 
Ye're a bonny lad, and I'm a laffie free, 
Ye're welcomer to tak me than to let me be. 

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N"ow Jocky was a bonny lad 
As e'er was born in Scotland fair; 
But now poor man! he's e'engane wood, 
Since Jenny has gart him deipair. 
Young Jocky was a piper's fon, 
And fell in love when he was young; 
But a"* the fprings that he could play. 
Was o'er the hiLls,and far away. 

And it's o'er the hills, tic. 

He fung -When firft my Jennys face 
I faw, fhe feenicl fae f u' of grace, ' 
With meikle joy my heart was fillcl, 
That's now, alasl with forrow kilTd. 
Ohl was fhe but as true as fair, 
Twad put an end to my defpair; 
Inftead of that fhe is unkind, 
And wavers like the winter wind . 
And it's o'er the hills, &c. 

Ahi cou'd fhe find the difmal wae, 
That for her fake I undergae, 
She cou'd nae chufe but grant relief. 
And put an end to a' mv grtef . 

But ohl fhe is as faufe as fair, 
Which caufes a' my fighs and care; 
But fhe triumphs in proud difdain, 
And takes a pleafure in mv.pain. 
And it's o'er the hills, &c. 

Hard was my hap, to fa' in love 
With ane that does fae faithltfs prove; 
Hard was my fate to court a maid, 
That has my conftant heart betray'd. 
A thoufand times to me fhe fwore, 
She wad be true for evermore. 
But, to my grief, alake, I fay, 
She ftaw my heart and ran away. 

And it's o'er the hills, &c~. .. 

Since that fhe will nae pity take, 
I maun gae wander for her fake, 
And, in ilk wood and gloomy grove, 
I'll fighing fing. Adieu to love; 
Since fhe is faufe whom 1 adore, 
I'll never truft a woman more; 
Frae a' their charms I'll flee away, 
And on my pipe I'll fweetlv play 

O'er hills, and dales, and far away,&c« 


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' Gentle and conftant as the doveT" Blooming as roles in the vale. 

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■Jy dire Fancy paints him in my dream, A_wake I mourn my hopelefs Love 

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To weftlin breezes Flora yields, Hafte ye, hafte ye, my bonny Bell, 

And when *he beam .^ are kindly warming, Hafte to my arms, and there Til guard 
Blythnefs appears o'er all the fields, Wi'free confent my fears repel; (thee; 

And Nature looks more freth Ac charming, I'll wi' my love and care reward" thee . 
Learn frae the burns that trace thf mead, Thus fang I faftly to my fair, 

Tho' on their banks the rofes bloffom, Who rais'd my hopes with kind relenting-. 
Yet haftily they flow to Tweed, O queen of fmiles, I afk nae mair, 

And pour their fweetnefs in his Oofcm .. Since now my bonny Bell's confent]', p, 


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See, the op'ning blt'fh of rofes 
All their fecret charms difclofes; 
Sweet's the time, ah! fhort's the meafure; 
O their fleeting hafty pleafure! 
Quickly- we muft fnatch the favour 
Of their foft and fragrant flavour; 
They bloom to-day, and fade to-morrow, 
Droop their heads, and die in forrow. 

Time, my Befs, will leave no traces 
Of thofe beauties, of thofe graces; 
Youth and love forbid our fraying; 
Love and youth abhor delaying; 
Deareft maid, nay, do not fly me; 
Let your pride no more deny me; 
Never doubt your faithful Willie: 
There's my thumb, I'll ne'er beguile thee. 




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Your charms in ha-mlefs childhood lay, My paffion with your beauty grew, 

As metals in the mine; 

While Cupid at my heart, 

Age from no face takes more away, Still,as his mother favoured you, 
Than youth concealed in thine: Threw a new flaming dart. 

But as your charms infenfibly 
To their perfection prefs'd; 

So love as unperceivcl did fly, 
And center'd in mv b re aft. 

Each gloried in their wantpn part; 

To make a lover, he 
Employ'd the utmoft of his art; • 

To make a beautv, fhc. 


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my bonny Lafs, that I am her Lover! Nae mair it will hide, the flame 

She's frefh as the fpring, and fweet as Aurora, 
When birds mount and fing, bidding day a goodmorrow: 
The fwart of the mead, enamell'd with daifies, 
Look wither'd and dead, when twinned of her graces. 

But if fhe appear where verdures invite her, 
The fountains run clear, and flow'rs fmell the fweeter: 
'Tis heaven to be by when her wit is a flowing; 
Her fmiles and bright eye fet my fpirits a glowing. 

The mair that I gaze, the deeper I'm wounded; 
Struck dumb with amaze, my mind is confounded: 
I'm all in a fire, dear maid, to carefs ye; 
For a' my defire is John Hays bonny laffie. 


The Bonny Brucket Lafsie. 


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My fhape, fhe fays, was handfome, 

My face was fair and clean, 
But now 1 in bonny brucket, 

And blue beneath the een, 
'My eyes were bright and fparkling, 

'Before that they turn'd blue; 
But now they're di 11 with weeping, 

And a\ My Lov-, for you. 

My perfon it was comely, 

"My fhape they faid was neat; 
out now I am quite changed, 
My Stays they winna' meet . 
"A' night I flceped foundly, 
'My mind was never fad; 
But now my reft is broken, 
"Wi' thinking o' my lad . 

"O could T live in darknefs, 

"Or hide me in the fea, 
"Since my love is unfaithful, 

"And has forfaken me! 
^No other love I fuffer'd 
"Within my breaft to dwell; 
Tn nought I have offended 
But loving him too well. 

Her lover heard her mourning, 

As by he chane'd to pafs; 
And prefs'd unto his bofom 
The lovely brucket lafs. 
"My dear, he faid,**ceafc grieving; 
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'My bonny, brucket lafsie, ' 
"I'll faithful pruve to you" 


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I wi(h I were wi' my dear fwain, Wi' his pipe and my ewes . 


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I neither wanted ewe nor lamb, 

While his flock near me lay; 
He gather'd in my fheep at night, 
And chear'd me a' the day. 
O the broom, &c. 

He tun'd his pipe and reed fae fweet, 

The hirds ftood lift'ning by; 
Ev'n the dull cattle ftood and gaz'd, 
'Charm'd wi' his melody. 
O the broom,&c. 

While thus we (pent our time, by turns 
Betwixt our flocks and play, 

I envy'd not the f aire ft dame, 
Tho' ne'er fo rich and gay. 
O the broom, &c. 

Hard fatei that I fhou'd banifh'd be, 

Gang heavily and mourn, 
Becaufe I lov'd the kindeft fwain 

That ever yet was born! 
O the broom, &c. 

He did oblige me ev'ry hour; 

Cou'd I but faithfu' be? 
He ftaw my heart; cou'd I refufe 

Whate'er he afk'd of me? 
O the broom, &c. 

My doggie, and my' little kit, 
That held my wee foup whey, 

My plaidy, broach, and crooked ftick, 
May now ly ufelefs by. 
O the broom,&c. 

Adieu, ye Cowdenknows, adieu, 
Farewel a' pleafures there; 

Ye gods,reftoreme to my fwain, 
1 8 a' 1 crave, or care. 
O the broom,&c. 

To the foregoing Tone. 

WHEN fummer comes, the fwains on Yet more delightful is thfc broom 

Sing their fuccfeful loves, (Tweed So fair on Cowdenknows; 

Around the ewes and lambkins feed, For fure,fo frefh, fo bright a bloom? 

And mufic fills the groves. Elfewhere there never grows. 

But my lov'd fong is then the broom 
So fair on Cowdenknows; 

For fure fo fweet, fo foft a bloom 
Elfewhere there never grows. 

There Colin tund his oaten reed, 
And won my yielding heart; 

No fhepherd e'er that dwelt on Tweed 
Cou'd play with half fuch art. * 

He fung of Taj-, of Forth, and Clyde, 
The hills and dales all round, 

Of Leaderhaughs and Leaderfide, 
Ohi how I blefs'd the found. 

Not Tiviot braes,fo green and gay, 
May with this broom compare, 

Not Yarrow banks in flow'ry May, 
Nor the bufh aboon Traquair. 

More pleafing far are Cowdenknows, 

My peaceful happy home! 
Where I was wont to milk my ewes, 

At ev'n among the broom. 

Ye powers that haunt the woods and plains 
Where Tweed with Tiviot flows, 

Convey me to the beft of fwains, 
And my lov'd Cowdenknows. 

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Wake Ofsian,iuft of Fingals line, 
And mix thy t^ars and fighs with mine; 
Awake the ha:p to doleful lays, 
And footh n,y foul with Ofcars praife. 

The fhell is ceus'd' in Ofcars hall, 
Since gloomy Kerbar wrought his fall; 
Thf- Roe on Morven lightJv bounds, 
Nor hears the crv of Ofcar's hounds. 

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A fairer face, a fweeter fmile, 
Tnconftant lovers may beguile, 
But to my lafs I'll conftant be, 
Nor fhall her abfence alter me. 
Though laid on India's burning coaft, 
Or on the wide Atlantic toft, 
My mind from Love no Pow'r could free. 
Nor could her abfence alter me . 

See how the flowr that courts the fun, 
Purfue8 him till his race is run! 
See how the needle feeks the Pole, 
Nor diftance can its pow'r controuli 
Shall lifelefs flow'rs the fun purfue, 
The needle to the Pole prove true; 
Like them fhall I not faithfurbe, 
Or fhall her abfence alter me? 

Afk, who has feen the turtle dove 
Unfaithful to its marrow prove? 
Or who the bleating ewe has feen 
Defert her lambkin on the green? 
Shall beafts and birds, inferior far 
To us, difpkiv their love and care? 
Shall they in Union fwe-et agree, 
And fhall her abfence alter me? 

For Conq ring Love is ftrong as Death, 
Like veh'ment flames his poWrful breath, 
Thro floods unmovd his courfe he keeps. 
Evn thro' the Sea's devouring deeps. 
His veh ment flames my bofom burn, 
Unchang'd they bla/e till thy return; 
My faithful Jefsy then fhall fee, 
Her abfence has not alter'd me. 

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For foon the winter of the year, 
And age, life's, winter, will appear; 
At this, thy living bloom will fade, 
As that,will ftrip the verdant fhade," 
Our tafte of pleafure then is o'er, 
The feathered fongfters are no more; 
And when they droop, and we decay, 
Adieu the birks of . Invermay . 

Behold the hills and vales around, - 
With lowing herds and flocks abound; 
The wanton kids, and frifking lambs, 
Gambol and dunce about their dams; 

The bufy bees with humming noife, 
And all the reptile kind rejoice: 
Let us, like them, then fing and play 
About the birks of Invermay. 

Hark, how the waters, as they fall, 
Loudly my love to gladnefs call; 
The wanton waves fport in the beams, . 
And fifhes play throughout the ftreams, 
The circling fun does now advance, 
And all the planets round him dance: 
Let us as jovial be as they, 
Among the birks of Invermay. 



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flame fouls e _ qual burn; But words are wanting to difcover,The 

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markd to marrow Mary Scot, the flowr of Yarrow. 

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Ah. no! her forms too heavnly fair, 
Her love the gods above muft fhare; 
While mortals with defpair explore her, 
And at a diftance due adore her. 
O lovely maid! my doubts beguile, 
Revive and blefs me with a fmile: 
Alas! if not, you'll foon debar a 
Sighing Twain the banks of Yarrow. 

Be hufh,ye fears, I'll not defpair, 
My Mary's tender as fhe's fair; 
Then Fll go tell her all mine anguifh, 
She is too good to let me latiguifh: 
With fuccefs crown 'd, I'll not envy 
The folks who dwell above the fky; 
When Mary Scot s become my marrow.i 
We'll make a pardife of Yarrow. 

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Now Davie did each lad furpafs, 

That dwelt on yon burn fide, 
And Mary was the bbnnieft lafs, 

Juft meet to be a bride; 
Her cheeks were rofy, red and white, 

Her een were bonny blue; 
Her looks were like Aurora bright, 

Her lips like dropping dew. 

As down the burn they took their wa\y 
What tender tales they faidl 

His cheek to hers he aft did lay, 
And with her bcfom playcl; 

Till baith at length impatient grown 

To be mair fully bleft, 
In yonder vale they lean'd them down*, 

Love only faw the reft. 

What pafscl, Iguefs was harmlefs pla\ , 

And naithing fure unmeet; 
For ganging hame, I heard them fay, 

They lik'd a wa'k fae fweet: 
And that they aften fhou'd return, 

Sic pleafure to renew, * * 
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn, 

And ay fhall follow you. 


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veronal fweets, Where ev_ ry fmiling beau_ty meets; Where Mary's 

Oft in the thick embowring groves, 

Where birds their muflc chirp aloud, 
Alternately we lung our loves, 

And Fortha's fair meanders viewcl. 
The meadows wore a gen'ral fmile, 
Love was our banquet all the while; 
The lovely profpect charm d the eye, 
To where the ocean met the fky. 

Once on the graf/y bank reclined, 

W T here Forth ran by in murmurs deep, 

It was my happy chance to find 
The charming Mary lull'd afleep; 

My heart then leap'd with inward blifs, 
I foftly ftoop , d,and ftole a kifs; 
She wak'd,fhe blufh , d,and gently blamcl, 
Why, Damon, are you not afhamcl? 

Ye fylvan powers, ye rural gods, 

To whom Ki iwains our cares impart, 
Reftore me to thefe bleft abodes, 

And eafe, oh! eafe my love-fick heart: 
Thefe happy days again reftore, 
When Mary and I ihall part no more, 
When fhe fhall fill thefe longing arms, 
And crown mv blifs with all hc-r charms. 

O Saw ye mv Father: 




Mother, But I faw your true love John. 


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Its now ten at night, and the ftars gi'e nae light, 

And the bells they ring,ding dong; 
He's met wi' fome delay, that caufeth him to ftay, 

But he will be here ere long. 

The furly auld carl did naething but fnarl, 
• ~ And Johny's face it grew red; 
Yet tho' he often figh'd, he ne'er a word reply'd, 
Till all were afleep in bed. 

Vo Johny rofe, and to the door he goes, 

And gently tirled the pin; 
The laffie taking tent, unto the door fhe went, 

And fhe open'd, and let him in. 

And are you come at laft, and do I hold ye faft, 

And is my Johny true! 
T have nae time to tell, but fae lang's I like myfell, 

Sae lang fhall I love you. 

Flee up, flee up, my bonny gray cock, 

And craw when it is day; 
Your neck fhall be like the bonny beaten gold, 

And your wings of the filver gre}% 

The cock prov'd falfe, and untrue he was, 

For he crew an hour o'er foon; 
The lafiie thought it day, when fhe fent her love away. 

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Green grow the Rallies', O; Gnm grow the rafhes, O; The 

The warly race may riches chafe, For you fae doufe. ye fneer at this, 

An' riches (till may fly them,0; Ye'er nought but ft nfelefs affes,0: 

An' tho' at laft they catch them faft, Th< wife ft Man the warl' faw, 

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them,0. Hr dearly lov'd the laffes, O. 

Green grow, &c. Green grow, &c. 

But gie me a canny hour at e'en, 
My arms about my Dearie, O; 

An* warly cares, an' warly men, 
May a' gae tapfalti erie, Ol 
Green grow, &c. 

Auld Nature fwears, the Dears 
Her noble ft work {h.Q claffes,Or 

Her prentice han' the try'd on man, 
An' then fhe made the laffes, O. 
Green grow, &c . 

Loch Eroch Side. 


How kind her looks, how bit ft was 1, 

While in my arras I prefs'd h< r. 
And fhe her wifhes fc&rcc conceald, 

As fondly 1 carefs'd her. 
Siu faid, If that your heart be true, 

If conftantly you'll love me, 
I heed not cares, nor fortunes frowns; 

Nor ought but death fhall move me, 

To the forego 

"V TOUNG Pfggy blooms our bonieft l;tfs 
JL Her blufh is like the morning 1 , 
The rofv dawn, the fpringing grafs, 

With early gems adorning: 
H< r eyes outfhine the radiant beams 

That gild the paffing fhowcr, 
And glitter o'er the chrvftal ftreams, 

And chear each frefti'ning flower. 

But faithful, loving, true and kind, 

Forever \ou fhall find me; 
And of our meeting here fo fweet, 

Loch Eroch Side will mind me. 
Enraptur'd then, 'My Lovely Lafsi 

I cry'd, no more we'll tarry 
We'll have the fair Loch Eroch Side; 

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, Were Fortune lovely Peggvs foe, 

Su h fwectriefs would relent her, 
As blooming fpring unbends the brow 

Of furly, favage winter. 
Dt traction's eye no aim can gain 

Her winning pow'rs to lefsen; 
i£nd fretful envv grins in vain, 

The peifon'd tooth to faften . 

Her lips more than the cherries bright, Ye Pow'rs of Honor, Lc^e and Truth, 

A richer die has grae'd them, 
They charm th' admiring gazers fight 

And fweet ly tempt to tafte them: 
Her fmile is is the ev'ning mild, 

When featured pairs are courting', 
And little lambkins wanton wild. 

In pla\ ful bands di/pcrtitur. 

From evry ill defend her; 
Infpire the highly favor'd Youth 

The diftinies in,te nd her; 
Still fan the fweet connubial flame 

IHefponfive in each bofom; 
' . bh fs the dear parental name 
manv a filial bfofsom. 


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»i from toil of grimace and pa_gean_try free 

While flufterd with wine, or madden'd with lofs 

Of half an eftate, the prey of a main, 
The drunkard and gamefter tumble and tofs, 

Wifhing for calmnefs and flumber in vain . 
Be my portion health, and quietnefs of mind, 

Plac'd at due diftance from parties and ftate, 
Where neither ambition, nor avarice blind, 

Reach him who has happinefs linkd to his fate. 

The Bnfh aboon Traquair. 




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That day (he fmild,and made me glad, 

No maid feem'd ever kinder; 
I thought myfelf the luckieft lad, 

So fweetly there to find her. 
I tryd to footh my am'rous flame, 

In words that I thought tender: 
If more there pafs'd, I'm not to blame, 

I meant not to offend her. 

Yet now fhe fcomful flees the plain, 
The fields we then frequented; 

If e'er we meet, fhe {hews difdain, 
She looks as ne'er acquainted. 

The bonny bufh bloomd fair in may. 
Its fweets Fll ay remember; 

But now her frowns make it decay; 
It fades as in december. 

Ye rural pow'rs, who hear my (trains,, 

Why thus fhould Peggy grieve me? 
Ohi make her partner in my pains; 

Then let her fmiles relieve me . 
If not, my love will turn defpair, 

My paffion no more tender! 
I'll leave the bufh aboon Traquair, 

To lonely wilds I'll wander. 


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I faid, my .laffie, will ye go 

To the highland hills the earfe to learn? 
I'll baith gi'e thee a cow and ew, 

When ye come to the brig of earn. 
At Leith, auld meal comes in, ne'er fafh, 

And herrings at the Broomy-Law; 
Chear up your heart, my bonny lafs, 

There's gear to win we never faw. 

All day when we have wrought enough, 
When winter frofts^and fnaw begin, 

Soon as the fun gaes weft the loch, 
At night when you fit down to fpin, 

I'll fcrew my pipes, and play a fpring: 
And thus the weary night will end, 

Till the tender kid and lambkin bring ' 
Our pleafant fummer back again. 

Syne when the trees are in their bloom, 

And gowans glent o'er ilka field, 
I'll meet mv lafs among the broom. 

And lead you to my fummer fhield. 
Then far frae a' their fcornfu' din, 

That make the kindly hearts their fpor 
Well laugh and kifs,and dance and fing> 

And gar the langeft day feem fhort. 

My Deary, if thon Die. 


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Teg-gy\ if thou die. 


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give, Thy love's fo true to me, With. _ out thee 

If fate fhall tear thee from my breaft, 

How fhall I lonely ftrayi 
In dreary dreams (he night I'll wafte, 

In fighs, the filent day. 
I ne er can fo much virtue find, 

Nor fuch perfection fee: 
Then Fll renounce all woman kind, 

My Peggy, after thee . 

No new-blown beauty fires my heart 

With Cupids raving rage; 
But thine, which can fuch fweets impart, 

Muft all the world engage. 

'Twas this that like the morning-fun, 

Gave Joy and life to me; 
And when it's deftin'd day is done, 

With Peggy let me die. 

Ye powers that fmile on virtuous love, 

And in fuch pleafure fhare; 
You who it's faithful flames approve, 

With pity view the fair: 
Reftore my Peggy's wonted charms, 

Thofe charms fo dear to me! 
Oh! never rob them from thefe arms: 

I'm loft, if Peggy die. 


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But fhe, with accents all divine, 

Did my fond fuit reprove; 
And while fhe* chid my rafh defign, 

She but inflam'd my love. 
Her beauty oft had pleas d before, 

While her bright eyea did roll. 
But virtue only had the pow'r 

To charm my very foul. 

Then who wou'd cruelly deceive, 
Or from fuch beauty part! 

1 lov'd her fo, T could not leave 
The charmer of tov heart. , 

My eager fondnefs I obey'd, 
Refolv'd fhe fhould be mine, 

Till Hymen to my arms conveyed 
My tre.afure fo divine. 

Now happy in my Nelly s love', 

Tranfporting is my Joy, 
No greater bleffing can I prove; 

So blefs'd a man am I. 
For beauty may a while retain 

The conquer 'd fluttring heart, 
But virtue only is the chain 

Holds, never to depart. 

Sweet Airav frae the fea -Beach came. 

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iff to diftant realms he gangs; yet Hi prove true, as he has been, And 


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I met our wealthy laird yeftreen, 

Wi' gou'd in hand he tempted me, 
He prais 'd my brow, my rolling een, 

And made a brag of what he d gee: 
What tho' my Jocky's fir away, 

Toft up and down the dinfome main* 
I'll "keep my heart anither day, 

Since Jocky may return again. 

Nae mair, falfe Jamie, fing nae mair, 

And fairly caft your pipe away; 
My Jocky- wad be troubled lair, 

To fee his friend his Love betray: 
For a' your fongs and verfe are vain, 

While Jocky's notes do 'faithful flow; 
My heart to him (hall true remain, 

I'll keep it for my conftant Jo. 

Bla' (aft,ye gales, round Jocky's head, 

And gar your waves be calm and (till; 
His hameward fail with breezes foeed, 

And dinna a' my plea/ure (pill! 
What tho' my Jocky's far away, 

Yet he will bra' in filler {hine; 
I'll k<up my heart anither day, 

Since Jocky ma\- a^ain be mine. 


Go to the Ew- Rnj/lits, Marion 

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O Marions a .bonny lafe, 

And the blvth blink's in her eye; 
And fain wad I marry Marion, 

Gin Marion wad marry- me. 

There's gowd in your garters, Marion, 
And filk on your white haufs-bane; 

Fu fain wad I marry my Marion, 
At eVn when I come hamei 

There s braw lads in Earnflaw, Marion, 
Wha gape, and glowr with their eye, 

At kirk, when thy fee my Marion; 
But nane of them lo'es Eke me. 

TVe nine milk Marion, 
A cow and a brawny quey, 

111 gi'e them a' to my Marion 
Juft on her bridal day; 

And ye's get a green fey Apron, 

And waiftcoat of the London brown, 

And vow but ye will be vapring, 
Whene'er ye gang to the town I 

I'm young and ftout, my Marion; 

Nane dances like me on the green; 
And gin ye forfake me, Marion, 

VR e'en gae draw up wi' Jean: 

Sae put on your peai hns, Marion, 
And kyrtle of the cramafie; 

And foon as my chin has nae hair on, 
I fhall come weft and fee ve. 

Lewis Gordon. 

Oh! to fee his tartan -trews, *"*■ 
Bonnet blue, and laigh-heelcl fhoes, 
Philabeg aboon his knee: 
Thats the Lad that Hi gang w*. 
Oh honl &c. 

The Princely youth that I do mean, 
Is fitted for to be a King: 
On his breaft he wears a ftar: 
You'd tak him for the god of War. 
Oh honi &c. 

Oh, to fee (his Prinoely One, 
Seated on a royal throne '. 
Difafters a' woud difappear; 
Then begins the Jutflee Year. 
Oh honi *ic. 


The Wawking of the Fanld. 








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My Peggy fmiles fae kindly, 

Whene'er I whifper love, 

That I look down on a' the town, 

That I look down upon a crown; 

My PegtjN fmiles fae kindly, 

It makes me blyth and bauld; 
And naithing giVs me fie delight, 
\s » awkins: of the fauld. 

My Peggy fings fae faftly, 
When on my pipe I play, 
By a* the reft it is confeft, 
By a' the reft, that fhe fings beft: 
My Peggy fings fee faftly, 

And in her fangs are tauldj 

With ianoctnrf ,th<; wal< of fenfe, 

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How Joyfully my fpirits rife, 
When dancing fbe moves finely-O 
I guefs what heav'n is by her eyes, 
Which fparkle fo divine ly_0 . 
Attend my vow, ye gods, while I 
Breathe in the bleft Britannia, 
None's happinefs I fhall envy, 
As long's ye grant me Nanny_0. 

My bonny, bonny, Nanny- OJ 
My lovely charming Nanny _ Oi 
I care not tho* the world know 
How dearly I lov« Nanny _0 . 


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Even at the dead time of the night,&c. 
. They broke ny Bov\er, and flew my Knight,&c. 

With ae lock of his jet black hair,&c. 

I'll tyc my heart for ever mair;&c. 
' Nae fly-tongued vouth,or flattering fwain,&c. 

Shall .e'er untye this knott again: <tc. 

Thine ftill,dear youth, that heart fhallbe,^tc. 

Nor pant for aught fave heaven and thce.^c. 

Low down in the Broom, 




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My Daddy is a canker d carl,, He'll nc twin wi' his g^ar, M^ 



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My aunty Kate fits at her wheel, 
And fair fhe lightlies me; 

But weel ken I, it's a' envy; 
For ne'er a jo has fhe. 
But let them fay, &c. 

My coufin Kate was fair beguil'd 

Wi' Johnnie in the gl-en; 
And aye fince- fine, fhe cries, Beware 

Of falft, deluding nun. 
But let them fav, &c. 

Glee'd Sandy, he came waft ae night, 

And fpeer'd when I faw Peat? 
And ave fince-f>ne the neighbours round 

They jeer me air and late. 
But let them fay, or let them do, 

Its a' ane to me; 
For I'll gae to the bonny lad 

That's waiting on me; 
Waiting on me, my love, 

He's waiting on me; 
For he's low down, he's in the broom, 

That's waiting on me. 




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Q\ -< One day I heard Mary fay, How fhall F leave thee! 






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N;,\ , lovd\- Adonis, fay, 

Has Mary drcciv'd thee?, 
Did e'er her young heart betray 

New love to grieve thee? 
My conftant mind ne'er flail ftray, 

Thou may believe me ; 
I'll love thee, lad, night and day, 

And n ver leave thee. 

Adonis, my charming youth, 

What can relieve thee? 
On Man thy anguifh fcothe? 
.This brriift fhall receive 

My paffion can ne'er decay, 

Never deceive thee; 
Delight fhall drive pain away, 

Pic afure revive thee . 

But leave thee, leave thee,lad, 

How fhall I leave thee I 
Oi that thought makes me fad; 

I'll never leave thee . 
Where would my Adonis fh ? 

Why does he grieve me J 
Alas, mv poor heart will die, 

If I fhould leave thee. 


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How happy, he rryd, my moments once flew* 
Ere Chloe , s bright charms iirft flafhd in my liew! 
Thofe eyes then with pleafure the dawn could furvey, 
Nor fmilcl the fair Morning more chearful than they; 
Nowr fcenes of diftrefs pleafe only vay fight, 
I m torturd in pleafure, and languifh in light. 

Thr ' changes in ran relief 1 purfue, 
All, all but confpire my griefs to renew; 
From funfhine to zephyrs and fhades we repair, 
To funfhine we fly from too piercing an*air; 
But love's ardent fever burns always the fame, 
No winter can cool it, no fummer inflame. 

But fee the pale moon all clouded retires, 
The breezes grow cool; not Strephon's defires: 
I fly from the dangers of tempeft and wind, 
Yet nourifh the madnefs that preys on my mind. 
Ah wretch ■ How can life be worthy thy care? 
To lengthen its moirents, but lengthens defpair. 




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Laft night I met him on the bawk, Let maidens of a filly mind 

Where yellow corn was growing", Refufe what maift they're wanting; 

There mony a kindly word he fpake, Since we for yielding are defign'd, 
That fet my heart a glowing. We chaftely fhould be granting; 

He kifs*d,and vowel he wad be mint, Then I'll comply, and marry Pate, 
And loo'd me be ft of ony; And fyne my cokcrnony, 

That gars me like to fing finfVne, He's free to tou/le, air or late, 
'O corn-riggs are bonny?' Where corn-riggs are bonny. 

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Mv Apron, Dearie. 



Through regions remote, in vain do I rove, 
And bid the wide ocean fecure me from love; 
O fool, to imagine that ought can fubdue 
A love €o well founded, a paffion fo true! 
O what had my- youth with ambition to doi 
Why left I Amynta! why broke I my vow! 
O give me my fheep, and my fheep hook reftore, 
I'll wander from love and Amynta no more. 

Alas! 'tis too late at thy fate to repine: 

Poor fhepherdl Amynta no more can be thine; 

Thy tears are all fruitlefs,thy wifhes are vain; 

The moments neglected return not again. 
O what had my youth with ambition to doi 
Why left I Amyntai why broke I my vow! 
O gii> -me my fheep, and my fheep hook rf ftore, 
I'll wander from love and Amvnta no more. 



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Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell,my Jean,where heartfome with 







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thee I have mony days been; For Lochaber no more,Lochaber no more, 





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Tho' hurricanes rife, and rife evry wind, 
They'll ne'er make a tempeft like that in my mind. 
Tho' loudeft of thunderon louder waves roar, 
That s naithing like leaving my love en the fhore. 
To leave thee behind me, my heart is fair pain'd; 
By eafe that's inglorious, no fame can be gairfd: 
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave, 
And I inuft deferve it before I can crave. 

Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excufe, 
Since Honour commands me, how can I refufe: 
Without it 1 ne'er can have merit for thee; 
And without thy favour, Id better not be; 
I gae then, my lafs, to win honour and fame, 
And if I fhould luck to come glorioufly hame, 
A heart I will bring; thee with love running o'er, 
And then I'll leave thee ard Lochaber no mure. 

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fhooling the Gruip fo cJean, Has aft gart me fpend the night 

Tt was not my fathers pleafure, 
Nor was it my mothers defire, 

That ever T puddl'd my fingers, 

Wi' the mucking o' Geordie's B\-ar. 
The mucking &c. 

Mybrither abufes me daily 

For being, wi' Geordic fo fret, 

My fifter fhe ca's me hoodwinked, 
Becaufe he's below my degree. 
The mucking Sic. 

Though the roads were ever fo filthy, But well do T like fry young Geordie, 

Or the day, fo fcoury and foul, Altho' he was cunning and flee; 

I would ay be ganging wi' Geordie; He ca's me his Dear and his Honey, 

I lik'd it far better than School. And I'm fure that my Geordic Io< s tU 

Tht mucking &c. The mucking Sic. 

Wifie to praife and admire,A bonny wee Yardy a -fide a wee burn; fere- 

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MTien I gang afield, and come hame at e'en, And if there fhould happen ever to be 

Til get mv wee wifie fou neat and fou clean, A d iff rence atween my wee wifie & me, 

And a bonny wee bairnie upon her knee, In hearts* good humoui-.altho'fhe be teazd, 

That will cry,Papa, or Daddy, to me . Til kifs her & clap her until fhe be pleas a" : 
Cho* Sae bide ye yet, He. Cho. Sae bid e ye jet, fee. 


The Jovful Widower. TW Maggry Lauder 


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did I bear the heavy yoke, And ma_ny griefs attend _ ed. But 

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We liv'd full one-and-twenty years, 

A man and wife together; 
At length from me her courfe fhe fteer'd, 

And gone 1 know not whither: 
Would I couW guefs, I do profefs, 
• I fpeak and do not flatter, 
Of all the women in the world, 

I never would come at her. 

Her body is beftowed well, 

A'handfome grave does hide her; 
But fure her foul is not in hell, 

The de'il would ne'er abide her. 
I rather think fhe is aloft, 

And imitating* thunder, 
For why; methinks I hear her voice, 

Tearing the clouds afunder. 



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My blefsins upon thy fweet, Wee lippiel 

My bleffins upon thy bonie eV briei 
Thy fmiles are fae like my blyth Sodger laddie, 

Thous ay the dearer, and dearer to me. 
Bur I'll big a bowr on yon bonie banks, 

Whare T\V rins wimplin by fae clear; 
And I'll deed thee in the tartan fae fine, 

And mak thee a man like thr dadie dear. 



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Johnny lilt _ in^ tuncl his reed, and Ma _ ry wincl her bon_ny mou'. 







Coftly claiths fhe had but few; 
Of rings and jewels nae great ftore; 
Her face was £ur, her love was true, 
And Johnny wifely wifhcl no more; 
Love s the pearl the fliepherds pri/.e; 
O er the mountain, near the fountain, 
Love delights the fhepherd s eyes . 
Down the burn, &c. 

Gold and titles give not health, * 

•And Johnny coucl nae thefe impart; 
Youthfu' Mary's greareft wealth 
Was ftill her faithfu' Johnnys heart: ' 
Sweet the joys the lovers find, 
Great the treafure, fweet the pleafure, 
Where the heart is always kind. 
Down the burn &c . 

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